I stepped out of the shower and realized I had forgotten my clothes in the duffle bag on the bed. I quickly towel dried my hair them wrapped a towel a...round me and took a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom. Andrea had already changed into her pajamas. which, I couldnt help but notice, seemed to. show just a bit more skin than usual. her normal pajamas were an oversized tshirt and basketball shorts. tonight however she had on boy short underwear and a tank top. I couldnt help but to. She had an old tee shirt that she obviously slept in and the lack of a bra showed her saggy tits beneath, she had a pair of PJ shorts on and there was no visible panty line and her legs seemed too skinny and she had a pair of fluffy slippers on.As I waited I looked around the room, very few furnishings, an old 2-seater sofa which I sat on and a rickety arm chair, a couple of pictures on the wall and table with a small TV on it. She had a coffee table with a laptop on and an old bookshelf which. “And we have to be together now.”“No, Annie, we don’t have to be together,” I replied. “I can’t. One of those many girls lives in Helsingborg. She’s the one I went to the ABBA concert with.”“You had sex with her!”“Yes, Annie, many times. And another girl in Hovås, though we decided to just be friends.”“How can you do that? Decide to just be friends after having sex with someone?”“Annie, of those twenty-five girls I’ve had sex with? I’m friends with each and every one of them except one, and. Once they reach his brain, the queen regards him once more. “Where did she go?”The man struggles weakly as the tendrils probe his very thoughts. “No ... I will ... not ... tell you...” he whispers.“You will tell us,” she says assuredly. She concentrates her tendrils again, pushing deeper into his mind. Frustration appears on her face. She pushes harder. Blood starts to run from the man’s nose and eyes. And then finally, she withdraws her extensions. The man lets out one last scream in agony and.