My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. Stepping out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, I answer it. "Hello?"
"Ms. Barnes?" The voice on the other end has a thick accent.
"Yes?"
"Your mother's condition has gotten worse. We need you at the hospital as soon as possible. She might be dying."
My heart stops. Everything stops. I look to Richard, who is now awake and looking at me very concerned. The gasp I was breathing in stops halfway through. Sassy's tail stops waving, and the birds outside stop chirping. And then suddenly, everything starts again, all at once in a deafening crash of sensations. I hang up the phone, my hands coming up to my face. "I need you to drive me to the hospital."
"Is everything okay?"
"No! Please just drive me to the hospital!"
That's how I met the delicious white man that swept me off my feet, almost torturing me with passion. Ah, but I haven't explained how I got to that room in the beginning, have I? I will, soon. I will tell you all the stories of the sex toys in that room, in graphic, sexy, sweaty detail.