I really like trackpants, but wearing them without panties felt… so wrong. I spent maybe fifteen minutes, naked from the waist down, holding my trac...k pants in one hand, my panties in another, trying to decide. Then, the phone rang. Unknown caller, again. Trembling, I pushed the button and held it to my ear. Yes? I answered, my voice shaking. Where are you? the now familiar voice of the mysterious woman asked. At home, I answered, whispering without really knowing why. Good, she said. Do you. I think the part of me that amplifies emotions went into overdrive and started acting like a pre-amp, taking the tiniest little hints of feelings and jacking them up and up and up ... until there was nothing for me to do if I wanted to avoid remembering and suffering, but unload. Once I stopped suppressing and accepted the emotions ... well that's what I think was going on. It still hurts. It hurts a lot."She nodded her head in agreement. "I know sweetie, I know." She stepped up close and put. I massage the pain in my temples as I mourn the mismanagement of the playlist. I can feel the bass in the air from the aggressively amateur DJ trying to make a house party feel like a club.This is very strange. I was sure that wasn’t a dream. I remember a whole day in… wherever that was. Vividly. Still, things here are clearing up. The fog is lifting while there it only got thicker. I can remember deciding to go to this party, and I can remember getting here, which is a comparatively good sign.. She sat down in the middle of the leather couch and put her hands flat on the seat beside her, as if to feel what had been going on there. Her fingertips slid over a stain and she got an odd look about her, “Is this…”“Yeah.”Her eyes moved from the stain to Gabriel… “Do you think we could be friends that fuck?”Gabriel looked away for a second, then his eyes met hers again. He thought he could see arousal in them. God, she was cute… “You’re hellbent on getting something, huh?”She nodded.“You.