Not far from the Madison house, Tiffany Sanders was heading home. She'd had a lot of fun with...well, she usually wasn't the one who blabbed the name of her latest sexual partner, it was usually them.
She was relaxed, for the moment...and tended to be that way till the need for satisfaction grew within her. Then she grew even more jittery than normal. And the longer she waited, the less discriminating she tended to be about who pleased her.
She was already thinking about tomorrow when she bumped into someone who clearly wasn't watching where they were going. "Hey..." she said, and then suddenly felt disoriented...as if she couldn't remember where she was coming or going from.
She looked to see who had bumped into her...
