i was having a HUGE house party in an unfamilliar house. it was completely pitch black. i kept going around turning on lamps and they had no "glow". i mean they would turn on but only the bulb would light up, it wouldn't shed light on anything around it, so everything stayed dark anyway. i found a flashlight finally and was using it to try to get around. the place was packed but i couldn't see who was who or what was going on. the music was loud, conversation was loud, everyone was having fun and dancing, but i was feeling slightly distressed.

suddenly as i was shining my flashlight around i managed to light up an old lover's face as he came in the door. "YOU CAME!" i shouted as i dashed into his arms. he was laughing and i loved his big brown eyes looking at me and strong arms holding me. "you're still in love with me, aren't you," he said, grinning. "yes yes yes," i replied, kissing him all over his face and neck, "i am; i never stopped; i missed you."

"let's go somewhere private," he said, suggestively. i brought him upstairs towards my bedroom. when i opened the door, misha was there, just getting up to get dressed and go to work. he took one look at us and said, "oh, he's back, is he?" i could not contain my joy and said, "isn't it wonderful?!" misha seemed nonplussed, but not upset either. he just pulled on his uniform and left the two of us alone.

i pushed him down on the bed and quickly stripped him of all clothes. "can i go down on you?" i asked. he was laying with his hands behind his head and smirking, "duh."

when it was over and i laid back and he was satisfied, i said, "now how about a little reciprocation, baby?"

i remember the music was pumping downstairs and people were laughing and talking and his face went sour in the dim orange lamplight.

"are you kidding me?" he asked, incredulously, "gross."

i woke up pissed.