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Actually getting on the ice seemed to be a far away goal though as he threw his arm around you and directed you to the food stand, chatting obnoxiously.

“Ah shit,” your date cursed, patting his jeans and jacket pockets. Oh boy. “I only brought enough to get in, and I’m starving could you-“

“What do you want?” You rolled your eyes walking up to the vendor. He smiled and playfully got you in a headlock. “I knew blowing off my plug for this date was a good idea. I met someone as kind as you, kid.”

Plug for what Exactly? You weren’t particularly interested in finding out.

Practically inhaling his food, he washed it down with a sip of your drink before scrunching his nose up and wiping his mouth. “What the hell was that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Dude, it’s just coffee...”

“You drink that shit?” He remarked before pushing his shoulder into you and giving you a coy look, accompanied by a wink. “Don’t worry babe, hopefully my good taste will rub off on you.”

You deadpanned and let out a loud sigh as he laughed at his own statement, making him stop and guide your chin to look at his odd version of a puppy dog face. Nice, his fingers had sauce on them. “C’mon, baby, I was just joking around.”

He leaned in the rest of the way for a kiss and with dinner plate eyes you pushed him away. “What’s your problem?” You whispered sternly, not wanting to draw attention. “I don’t have a problem, I’m just trying to lighten the mood. You’re not making it easy.” His tone was mocking and louder than necessary, making you duck your head and blush.

“Look, I don’t think-“

“What the fuck?” Your date interrupted before chuckling maliciously and nudging you in the ribs, pointing to a man you presumed to be a maintenance worker hunched over a janitor cart, scowling at the two of you and mumbling. “Hey four eyes! Do I got something on my face?”

The man’s face turned a shade of red that could rival his bright cherry glasses and with widened eyes, he turned around began to walk away.

“Hey! I wasn’t done!”

Your face definitely mirrored the poor employees when your date hurled your half full coffee cup at him, making you bolt up from your seat and rush over to him. Supporting the trembling man now cradling his head and clearly failing breathing exercises, you turned to the culprit with distress cutting through your words. “Why are you being like this?”

“You’re on that losers side? He was the one who was-“

Ignoring him, you turned to them man, squatting to look up at his face. Worried that he was crying, as he didn’t look particularly strong willed, you were very surprised to see him quite literally shaking with rage. “Sir are you okay, did you get hurt.”

Snapping his wild eyes on you, he began to slow his breaths as he straightened himself up, attempting to gain composure. Standing up yourself, you noticed you were the same height as him, if not taller.

“I’m fine.” He breathed out curtly as the colour of his face began to look more like an actual human skin tone. Your thoughts were cut short as a rough hand clasped onto your shoulder, grabbing your attention. “I don’t know why you suggested this place, it sucks. Lets get out of here.”

“Wait.” A quiet, cold voice cut in making your date stop before rolling his eyes and opening his dumb mouth. “Don’t you know when to stop? I thought glasses meant you were smart.”

A vein popped in the employees neck as he silently pointed to the lanyard around his neck that read ‘MAINTENANCE AND SECURITY’ in bold letters before pulling the radio on his belt to his mouth, mumbling something and looking back up. “You’re coming with me for disrupting the public until police get here.”

“Whatever, it’s not like this was even a big deal. Kind of an overkill reaction, but clearly you don’t have enough power in your life and need to compensate.” Your date scoffed, complying with the employee.

Maybe he did have one brain cell after all.

The man shifted his tense gaze to you making you freeze up, already thinking about how far away the commute to the next closest rink was. You should have known better than to bring a stranger here, god forbid you actually have a good date or once in your life.

“You.”

His strained tone made you wince.

“Next time you come here... tell them Ghiaccio said you’re allowed a session for free and to radio me if that’s an issue... you clearly didn’t get to use this skate time.” Despite it’s harsh sounding delivery, the offer he extended to you made you blush, perhaps that was just his default tone.

“Thank you, you’re too kind.” You smiled at him genuinely before flipping like a coin and shooting a glare to your date. “I’m going home. Lose my number, asshole.”

Making your exit, you thought about the employee- Ghiaccio. ‘Even his name fit him’ you laughed to yourself. Although a little quick-tempered and bad with kind words, he really seemed decent. Maybe your luck in love was changing for the better.

-

“Weren’t you bringing me to security?” The leech asked, looking around at the locker rooms and various storage closets littering the hallway.

“Shortcut.” Ghiaccio bit out, pushing him through a door. “In here.”

“Through the second rink? Is this where the team plays?-” His insufferable voice silenced with a grunt as the employee smashed a shovel used to maintain the ice into the back of his skull and got to work.

When he came to, the first thing he noticed was how cold the ice felt- next, how very naked his body was. Attempting to get up, he realized ice picks were keeping him from moving his hands in the way that they pierced straight through the middle of them, a massive pool of blood now staining the ice below. Finally, he noticed the man in the standard blue janitorial coveralls looming above him with heavy work gloves on and the all too familiar red glasses dawning his face.

“W-what do you want from me, man?” He sobbed out, the numbing of ice and adrenaline fading away with every second.

This seemed to set Ghiaccio’s fuse. “You say the dumbest shit! Why the fuck would I want anything from you? do you think I’m the beggar in this situation? do I look like I need something? On top of that, it’s been bugging me the whole time I was setting up, Your insults don’t even make sense.” He yelled out, his words bouncing off the rink glass.

“Setting u-up?...” the worm whimpered pathetically as he was forced to listen to the madman’s critique of him.

“-at world does ‘four eyes’ even make sense? I clearly have two eyes! Two eyes! Two! Are you so dumb you can’t even count?” He ranted, kicking the mans head to the side, his face lulling back and forth with the movements pitifully.

“I’m gonna shut that idiotic mouth for good.” The employee spoke, squatting down with a vicious smile as his gloved fingers snatched his victims tongue and pulled it out, chin involuntarily clashing into the sub-zero surface.

The parasite shook his head as he garbled out cries for help, hot, fat tears effectively marrying his skin to the ice.

His scream ripped into the cool air as the sharp pick was forced through his wet muscle, Ghiaccio dusting himself off as he moved to tighten the coarse rope around his bare ankles.

“At least they’ve smartened up and started bringing the obstacles to me. I’m so fucking tired of having to track you scumbags down in my free time.” His voice rose as he climbed onto the zamboni, starting it up. “I’m so fucking sick of guys like you getting to spend time with them! It doesn’t make sense! No fucking sense! It should be me! Fuck!”

Getting out of your work clothes and slipping into some soft shorts accompanied by your old high school t shirt, there was a knock at your door.

“Yeah?” You called, wondering what one of the boys needed to borrow this time.

“I just noticed you hadn’t said hello when you got in and wanted to check on you. Are you alright?” Santana’s concerned voice inquired from the other side of your door.

You opened the door, missing how Santana’s eyes drifted to your bare legs. “Just kinda fed up from work and didn’t want to deal with the noise at home on top of that.”

“Rough day?” He asked, leaning his toned body on your doorframe. You nodded and opened your arms pathetically, and as if he could read you mind, Santana happy wrapped his large arms around you, causing you to let out a long sigh as you nuzzled your face into his expansive chest.

You really liked everyone in the house but you undeniably shared the closest bond of all your roommates with Santana. Although he could be a bit overprotective at times, he was by far the most considerate of the four and had been the one who warmed up to you the fastest when you moved in. He said it was because he was no longer the baby of the group and that he could now stop being teased- despite that not coming true when it came down to it, but you knew your personalities just gelled well together as you greatly appreciated his observant, at times stoic and aloof low maintenance nature. You loved the way that when you spoke to him, he would listen intently, as if learning some new and revolutionary information each time.

“Can I braid your hair again?” You meekly asked into his pecs, the prospect of playing with someone’s hair already relaxing your tensions from the day. A chuckle resonated through the two of you. “Of course.”

Getting on your bed and splaying your legs open in a ‘V’ you patted the space between them and looked at him expectantly, combing your hands through his long, dark red hair in preparation for the braid once he was situated between them, head in your lap.

The momentary peaceful energy in the room was disrupted by the two overgrown children bursting in. “Y/N! Esi refuses to admit he cheated in mortal kombat and is acting like a toddler because I called him out for it!” Wamuu announced loudly, as if you could do something about it.

“Am not! Don’t blame me for your lack of skills and call it cheating!” Esidisi defended himself quickly, before widening his eyes at you and Santana’s intimate positions. “…what’s going on here?”

Wam snapped his eyes up to you and his mouth fell open.

You removed your hands from Santana’s hair and sighed, irritated. “I’m just braiding his hair, You knucklehead-besides what did I say about knocking first?”

“Looks fun, can I join?” Esi asked ignoring you, already striding over to your bed and taking a seat on your side. Looking smugly over at wam he grinned. “I’m not in the mood to win against you again, you can go play a game on your own.”

Wamuu looked at him angrily with a huff and an eye roll as he moved his gaze back to you. “Y/N, would you mind if I sat with you guys?”

Letting out another long breath, you were just thankful you decided to get a larger bed when you moved. “I mean, If you really want to, wamuu.”

Plopping himself down with a creek, he fell back onto your pillows, kicking his feet up and grabbing the remote on your bedside table before turning on the tv across from your bed, flipping through Netflix titles.

You resumed playing with Santana’s hair as Esi got comfortable laying down as well. “Why is your bed so much softer than mine?- oh shit wam I love that movie.”

Wamuu scoffed “It’s hardly a well written movie, the dialogue is laughable and the fighting scenes at repetitive, not to mention horribly choreographed.”

“Okay, tough guy.” You snorted out in a laugh as you let go of Santana’s hair, Esidisi grinning triumphantly from beside you at his rival knowing you were defending him.

Wam carelessly tossed the remote at Esi with a quick “whatever, you pick if it matters so much.” Before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you down beside him, effectively locking you in a soft version of a chokehold. “Don’t think I don’t know exactly where you’re ticklish spots are! You’re 1000 years to early to believe yourself a worthy opponent of the great Wamuu!” He announced in a dramatic tone. “Luckily for you though, my generous self has taking a liking to you, and I do not wish to completely obliterate you- instead, I offer you my protection from the hideous old beast Esidisi, along with anyone else who tries to pursue you!”

The white haired male shot wam a look, “don’t lump me in with the animals chasing after Y/N. I may not have youth, but I certainly make up for it in class.”

“Esi, you’re only a few years older than Wamuu, stop acting like you’re having a mid life crisis.” You chided, quirking up an eyebrow, hoping your stern face would stop the bickering.

“I’ll stop using my superior intellect to outsmart him when he learns the basic lessons you learn in kindergarten...” an impish gleam erupted on his face “like how to share your things.” Yanking you from Wam’s arms, he circled his own around your waist.

Tired and admitting defeat, you just allowed it as you began to watch the movie Esi had chosen, letting out a yawn before you felt Wamuu rest his head on your shoulder and Santana readjust so he could see the screen, head still lazing in your lap contently as your eyes drifted closed.

Groggy, you became vaguely aware of the front door slamming shut, knowing the ‘head of the household’ was home. Falling in and out of consciousness, you startled as the sound of someone clearing their throat impatiently snapped you right out of your sleepy mood, Kars standing at the foot of your bed.

“What the hell is this?” Kars demanded, gesturing to the mess of limbs on the bed.

Before you could answer, the phone you lazily tossed on your dresser dinged, causing Kars’ attention to divert from you. He grimaced. “Who’s Adam And why is he asking if you’re still on for tonight, Y/N?”

“Shit.” You spoke, attempting to sit up from beneath the now groaning tired mass of muscles tangled around you. “Kars can you pass me my phone? I have to let him know I’ll be late.”

His striking gaze turned cold. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Your roommates- now fully awake, observed the situation with watchful eyes, all interested as well in why you would be texting a man when they had clearly been trying to woo you for months now.

“Why does it matter to you.” You argued.

“Shall I take away your phone privileges?” He threatened.

“What the fuck? You’re not my-“

“Up.” Kars instructed, gesturing for you to stand. Fearfully, You obeyed as you knew how Kars got when you didn’t show him respect. Being the one to earn the largest sum in the household at his glitzy CEO office job and often covering most extra expenses without complaint seemingly making him overbearing and authoritative towards the other cohabitators.

To your surprise he settled himself where you had sat in between Wamuu and Esidisi, Santana Sitting at his feet as he still held your phone.

You knitted your eyebrows together in confusion at the sight of him in his luxurious dress clothes, surrounded by the other three in their casual tees and sweats, all peering at you. “Wha-?”

Kars motioned for you to sit down on the bed… right on his lap. With a blush, you shook your head making Kars give you ‘the look’.

“You seemed cozy enough when I came in here, am I not up to your standards? I sure hope this ‘Adam’ is a millionaire in that case.” You’re face turned multiple shades redder. “Perhaps we should give him a call and let him know you won’t be meeting with him tonight.” He teased, wagging your phone in the air.

You laughed, irritated but used to putting up with Kars’ bullshit. “Nice try, you don’t even know the password.”

Looking at you with a smirk and facing your phone screen towards you, he simply pressed his thumb to your home button, the phone unlocking first attempt with no issue.

Widening your eyes at the invasion of privacy, you lunged at him to retrieve your cellular device, Santana latching onto you as you did so to prevent you from clawing out Kars’ eyes.

“So you are useful for something Santana.” Kars remarked to the redhead, making him grumble and tuck your head under his chin to calm himself down.

Kars put his hands under your arms and lifted you from Santana’s grasp and onto his lap, the Younger man immediately latching to your waist and legs.

Hearing the dial tone through your phone behind you, you struggled to prevent what he was about to say to Adam. Your friend was going to have your head for this.

Kars held the phone away from his face. “Esidisi, Wamuu. Would you mind assisting me?” He inquired. Nodding, they trapped both your arms.

“You guys too?” You cried out.

Sheepishly, they shrugged as Esi spoke up. “Well..” he trailed off. “You know what they say, the enemies of my enemy are my my allies.” His words made you deflate, knowing you had no chance against 4 hulking men.

“Ah, yes hello.” Kars greeted when the call was answered. “I’m calling on behalf of Y/N… they’re a little tied up right now and won’t be able to make it tonight.” There was an angry voice on the other end, making you wince. “Calm down your pathetic babbling. Its not as if I’d let them go regardless, this is just how things are, I’d be more than happy to settle this with you face to face though, if you still insist on acting like a petulant child.”

You would have written it off as your friends had, had he not purposefully let himself be seen by you, standing solemnly still as if he was a statue carved by one of the old masters themselves, staring at you with deadly eyes.

You hadn’t quite registered his massive size until you had a close encounter with him at a local market, the man bumping into you and almost knocking you over if not for his large hand supporting the small of your back. with a simple “scusi.” his head was down once again and he somehow managed to vanish before you had a chance to look back for him.

You trembled, recalling how you barely met the middle of his chest. As childish as it may sound you honestly had a fear of big people, men in particular. You had nothing against them per say, just the difference in size often made you feel anxious and sent you on high alert, hyper-aware of the difference in scale.

Clearly the man bumped into you intentionally. One thing you had learned from the glimpses you caught of him was that he was patient, thoughtful and methodical. This was evident due to the fact that he knew some of the most intimate details of your life, and yet never impeded on it, displaying this knowledge by lingering near the property line of your home, showing up at your place of employment, and even frequenting the places you used to love going to.

You hadn’t yet told anyone about this man because you didn’t think you’d have enough evidence, and besides, you were absolutely terrified of the possibility that if you brought your friends who did believe you into this, they might be targeted by him too. Everything before today had you questioning if he was even real. Maybe he had been a vision, or you had suddenly gained the ability to see ghosts.

Getting home from the market though, you were reeling in the fact that he did, in fact, have the ability to make physical contact with you. He wasn’t just some figment of your imagination. He was real. This was real.

Once you had finally calmed your nerves, and flipped on your tv to take your mind off of things, your peace was broken when there was a knock at your door so faint that just like the majority of happenings in your life recently, you couldn’t even be sure it happened.

Opening your door a crack with the sliding chain lock in place, your eyes widened when you saw your elderly neighbour on the other side.

“Ciao!” She greeted, lively as ever despite her age. “Dear, I saw you were home and was wondering if I could borrow some of your flour.”

“Just a second.” You chuckled softly. “I’ll let you in, Mrs. V-“

“Haven’t I told you to call me Nonna.” She scolded half-heartedly.

You laughed and unlocked the chain. “Come in, Nonna.”

-

“Ciao, Nonna!” You called after her closing your front door. As you began to lock it, there was another faint knock at your door. Opening it once more you sighed. “Did you forget something?-”

Your next words got caught in your throat at the large man taking up the entirety of your doorway, lifeless eyes peering back at you. Quickly trying to shut the door, he jammed his expensive looking dress shoe in the way making your attempts impossible.

“I seem to be out of flour for baking and I’m terribly hungry, do you mind if I come in to borrow some?” He inquired calmly, yourself realizing that you had failed to notice the deep, rumbling earthquake-like quality of his voice at your run-in earlier, although it made sense coming from a behemoth like him.

Before you could bite back a response he easily opened the door despite your best efforts, and unnaturally ducked inside, gently closing it behind himself and standing up to his full imposing height once more, being sure to take his time locking the various locks.

“You really should make sure to lock your door.” he took a step towards you, not missing how you cowered back in response. His hand gently grabbed some of your hair and he leaned down to kiss it, inhaling deeply. “There’s all sorts of big bad wolves around here, waiting for a meal.”

You whimpered. “W-what do you want with me? Why are you coming to me now after waiting all this time?”

His closed eyes lazily opened and traveled up to meet yours.

“Even the clever wolves get tired of waiting.. I needed to” his hand moved from your hair to your cheek, barely ghosting along your skin, making you shake. “Touch” he brought one finger down to your skin and you screwed your eyes shut tight before he brought down another. “You.”

His figure hunched over you as he gingerly brought his plump lips to your own, his hair tickling your face. Your paralysis subsided as you felt a large wet muscle prod at your closed lips.

You pushed him away, but he predicted this and took the steps to cage you in his long arms before you could get some distance, reattaching his lips to yours, this time not failing to get his invasive tongue in your mouth.

Once he had enough, he broke your contact, licking the saliva off your lips as he pulled away. “This won’t do.” He tutted, nodding his head to your open front window. “You never know who’s watching.”

You saw stars as he threw you over his shoulder like a rag doll before taking strides towards your room, knowing exactly which door to open as if he had traveled the path to it countless times before.

Throwing you on your bed, your eyes moved from his colossal form that towered over you down towards his cock visibly trying to escape his striped slacks. You panicked, Even the half erect member would have a struggle fitting inside you.

“My little rabbit, So small, you tremble before me. It’s alright, any damage I cause...” he paused to look at you serenely “I promise to make up for it. Anything for my sweet, sweet little rabbit.” He crooned, straddling you as his evil eyes somehow took on the quality of a lovestruck young man.

He slouched forward, his large, nimble digits trailing your cheek before forcing themselves inside your mouth. He chuckled as you weakly attempted to bite down, pulling them out of your mouth with a ‘shlk’ before slipping them between his lips and sucking on them thoroughly, eyes never breaking his watchful gaze upon your face.

Clenching your eyes closed only made you more painfully aware of the straining member he packed tightly against your leg. Removing himself, you peaked an eye open to see him taking off your bottoms and maneuvering himself in front of your core.

Laboured, scorching breath met your lower lips as his eyes flitted up and his knuckles turned white drone how hard he gripped your thighs. “Dolcezza, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.” He slurred softly, with an almost drunken quality before easing his grip. “I was so patient for you. Waiting for you to be ready for my presence in your life, All my own, just for me. mangio.”

His long tongue eagerly lapped at your folds loudly, the hum of his moan rocking you. His hands previously on your thighs grabbed your smaller ones, encasing them completely before guiding them under his headpiece.

Unconsciously and against your command, your hands knitted into his hair and you pulled him forward, the man gladly accepting the assistance.

you had no idea when your tone towards him had switched but you credited it to the fact that from so low, you could hardly notice how much he eclipsed you, that and he was treating you so tenderly. It was all so surreal

You spasmed once more at the mercy of his mouth as he devoured you.

If he wasn’t real, this was the best hallucination you had ever had and you hoped you would never wake up.

“F-fuck..” You trembled and from between your thighs the man halted.

“Risotto.” He responded his words vibrating through you.

“W-what?” You inquired, not really caring about the answer as you pushed forward, his nose and mouth muffled by your need.

He didn’t let you finish as he abruptly got up, leaving you a sad, confused, panting mess on the bed. You whined at the loss of contact.

“My name. Not many have the luxury to say it. But you, mi cara... you’re special... you’re gonna be screaming it.” He said as he began to remove his intricate outfit. “Now strip.” You marvelled for a moment at his mountainous god-like physique and impressive cock before you did as you were told and waited for him to get on top of you.

Defying your expectations, he lifted you up and sat himself on the bed, placing your body on his bare lap, facing outwards right in front of his massive monstrous cock.

You looked behind you, fear in your eyes at the fact that he wasn’t grabbing any lube or protection.

“You’re gonna-“ he cut you off, placing his lips on yours in the softest way imaginable.

Pulling away he encircled your waist with his muscular arms and rested his forehead on your shoulder. “No, mi bella, you are.”

You swallowed hard as he moved his arms to gently readjust you upwards, your knees bent at both sides of his lap. Taking a deep breath you grasped his member and placed your wet cunt to his waiting swollen head. Risotto took in a sharp, but quiet breath at the contact as all else that could be heard was the soft drone of the forgotten tv in the living room.

Gently guiding yourself down, you took as much of him as you could, stopping every so often to get used to the pain of only having your natural juices for lubricant as Risotto whispered encouragement into your ear with hot, strained breath.

His lips latched onto the skin of your neck and he began to suck and nip harshly, moving his mouth around to different spots, evidently marking you up as you moved.

Once you were as far as you could go you paused at the sound of Risotto’s distracted voice. “Merda...” you could feel his heart pick up pace, making you look up.

You had failed to notice that he placed your bodies right in view of the large mirror on your vanity, your face becoming like a tomato as your eyes met his through your reflection before quickly looking away.

He grasped your chin and directed it back to the mirror, making you take everything in.

His body sat lazily on your bed, although even with his slouch, his figure dwarfed your own. Letting your eyes wander downwards, first they fell upon the innumerable angry marks scattered on your skin before they traveled a little farther, widening at the sight of a large protrusion from your lower abdomen.

“Do you see it, mi amore? That’s the power of my love for you.” He rested his head on your shoulder, putting his hands on top of yours and guiding them to the tight bulge in your stomach.

Feeling the head of his cock through your skin sent your pulse skyward as you had never experienced something so carnal before. You gasped and looked down at your body to make sure this was really happening.

Sure enough, Risotto’s hands lovingly cradled your own around the blunt obtrusion emerging from your abdomen.

“Move for me, Bella.” He commanded.

Obeying his orders, you became hypnotized by the sigh of the bulge disappearing before showing up again, not even registering as you took more and more of him in each time until he was burrowed fully and firmly inside you, the weight of all the pleasure finally hitting you.

He groaned. “Mi cara... you fit me so well, as if you were made just for me.”

The familiar pressure began to bundle up inside you as you whimpered pathetically. “I’m gonna-a... mm”

“No you aren’t.” Grabbing your thighs, you yelped as Risotto spun the two of you around. Pushing your face into the bed and propping your ass up by your knees. Standing at his full height, he slowly pulled out of your folds before hammering into you.

Your whole body jerked back and forth as you cried out Risotto’s name, his pace only becoming more erratic at your lewd calls.

Nearing his edge as well, he growled out as he felt your walls clamp down on him, forcing his needy orgasm as his head locked to your cervix in a way that would make Melone envious and you milked the titanic man above you for every last drop.

Trembling, you collapsed onto the bed as he pulled out before trailing kissed down your spine and you became vaguely aware of his feet padding away before the sound of the shower could be heard.

You jumped a bit when two strong hands picked you up, Risotto hugging you against his toned, already dressed body and pressed kisses into your hair, mumbling inaudible praises as he made his way into the bathroom.

“Can you stand up?” he asked. You shook your head in response and he sat you down gently in the tub, letting the water cascade down your marked up body. He chuckled as he watched you trace the love bites he proudly claimed you with in a daze all while you replayed today’s recent events through your head. He crouched down, grasping your hand and interlocking his massive fingers with your smaller ones, drawing your attention to his face. “Even if you can’t see me...” he pressed a chaste kiss to your now chapped lips, ignoring the water dancing on his face before pulling away. “Even if you can’t feel me...” he gave your hand a squeeze. “ I’ll always be there, watching... and you’ll always be mine... vita Mia.”

With that Risotto Nero made his exit. Although you only noticed it when you heard the door shut and lock. Snapping out of your trance, you scrambled to get out of the shower, collapsing pitifully on your bathroom floor. You yanked the nearest towel around your body and practically crawled into the front room of your home. Peeking through the living room blinds you sighed as he was already nowhere to be seen and you were left in the silence of some story covering the latest brutal killing. Going back to your shower, you nearly tripped when you saw the blurry face on the television.