Her body held onto the memory of the man’s touch. Molly felt every feeling amplified, including the hunger in her stomach. Regretfully she gathered her clothes and headed to the door.
If it were here in the morning, she would come back for a visit. Yeah, that’s what she would do. She tumbled out of the door, and closed it behind her, instantly feeling the loss.
She ate dinner alone, and watched tv alone. She fell asleep on the couch alone. She woke up and even the door to her newfound companion was gone. Molly’s life was back to normal. She was… alone.