First I thought it was the door to another bedroom; a door with a glass pane. In that other room, a black cat was sitting on the bed, staring back at ...me through its yellow eyes. Then it struck me: I was looking into a mirror, and there was no goddamn reflexion of mine. Just that black cat that was nowhere to be seen on my side of the mirror. That was the moment I woke up for real – in my own bed this time. The whole bed was drenched in my sweat. When or how did I get to bed last night? How much. And I was almost certain that the woman was Irene but I couldn't be sure. (Now I am.)One night in the winter when I visited Irene I'd glimpsed 'Dear Diary' on her laptop. If she had a diary on the computer it could answer a lot of questions and with the grief Val and I were going through the matter of Irene's privacy didn't enter my mind.I spent the night with Irene but didn't try anything. I just got drunk. I saw no happy ending to what was happening and even if I'd been so inclined I doubt. “And that mouth-”Unable to wait, I angled my cock into her pussy. As Ipressed my body into her, she pressed her ass towardsme. My cock dug deep inside her. I grabbed her hipswith both hands and began to hump her. Laura’s lefthand moved from her pussy to Karl’s lap; she cuppedhis balls and squeezed and fondled them. Karl placed both of his hands on her head, holding herhead down to keep her mouth on his cock. “You’re goingto take this now, all of it, all. It appeared to be a pubic hair. The Doctor didn't know what was going on, but he knew it was a strange, unsavory smell, and he should not touch it until he had some proper equipment...is what the tiny nagging voice in his head said. But he was the Doctor, so of course curiosity overcame him. He dragged a finger through the larger puddle, collecting a small sample to sniff and...taste. He touched it to his tongue, swallowing the tiniest amount. His nose wrinkled as his confusion grew. The Doctor.