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could run around working or be here and you would always answer the phone and be there with me no strings attached.   But when you disappeared today …” he trailed off, dropping down on the bed with his back to me.
    I crawled up behind him and put my arms around his waist and my head on his shoulder.   He was warm on my bare skin in the cool air of his room.
    “I spent a month needing you back in my life,” I whispered into his back.   “I don’t care the time or the place, as long as there’s going to be an again … I just need to be smothered in you … again … and again.”
    He turned around, wrapped an arm around me and dragged me up to the pillows.   I was already helping him undress as we dug our way under the covers.
     
    Paul got up a few hours later.
    “What?”   I asked.
    “I have a shift on watch.   You’ll still be asleep when I get back.”
    “ Mmf ,” I said.   “I don’t have to like that, do I?”
    “No Sugar, you don’t.”
    “ ‘kay ,” I said.   “Look after yourself.”
    After he left I went to the bathroom.   When I looked in the mirror the woman was there, looking at me from my own bathroom back home.   Paul’s mirror went all the way down to the sink so I could see that she was different from me … that was something new.   She had always appeared as I did.   Except she spoke to me like a mean big sister.   Her stomach was big and flames covered both her arms.
    So, everything’s fine now?
    What do you mean?
    Sex.   Everything’s working below the waist so it’s all right with the world?
    That’s crude.
    All Paul’s parts are working fine too?
    Do I have to answer that?
    No, but don’t you find his place a little weird?
    I hadn’t thought about it.
    You have … he’s getting suspicious.
    I’m trying to not cause problems.
    You’re forgetting what they said … they’re protecting your daughter, not you.
    I dreamed that, I told her.
    Didn’t and you know it … when did you turn your instincts off girl? She turned her head slightly listening to something behind her .   Oh I know.   It was when you met him.   You told me to fuck off in the restaurant bathroom and took him straight to your bed to spend your virginity underneath him.
    My nostrils flared with anger but she reacted faster slamming her hands on the glass.   I felt it in my hips resting on the sink and I leaned forward, nose to nose with my evil reflection.
    They watched you disappear at lunch and smoked your cigars from the future like nothing happened while all that went through your mind is you’re getting laid again.
    I had no answer, she was right.   I hated that.
    She startled and raised a defensive hand to her face.   You’re going to fuck everything up!   I was surprised to see a tear break through her heartless veneer.   And if you need a reminder I highly recommend you take a look at what’s stashed under the tarp behind the small garage.
    You need to jump.   Jump and find help.   There are things he can’t tell you that you have to find out on your own.   Things he won’t tell you either.
    Like what?   As usual you’re thin on the details.
    I won’t spoil the ending.   Jump.   Find help.   Take Paul to his father.
    How do I do that?
    You’ll figure it out.
    You were wrong last time.
    Then I was looking at my real self in the mirror.
    “Maybe next time you show up you could be a little more helpful,” I muttered.
    I turned off the light and blind in the dark, headed toward the bed and bounced off a wall.
    “Who’s there?”   I panicked and as I tried to duck back into the bathroom I backed into the door jam before I found the corner by the sink.
    “Who were you talking to Anna?”
    “Paul?”   I asked.
    “Who were you talking to?”   Paul asked again.
    Don’t lie, I told myself.   You won’t be able to keep things straight.   “Myself.   You could actually hear me?”
    He didn’t say anything.
    “Could you hear her too?   I thought it was