Chapter 4

On and on we fucked. I think she left me at five in the morning. I was finally sated. I’ve never been so contented.

Tara became more concerned about my appearance, and eventually I told her what was going on. She didn’t believe me, of course, so I invited her over for dinner. Nothing untoward happened during the meal and I knew Tara would only believe it if she saw it with her own eyes. I led her into my bedroom, told her to remove her clothing, and hop in my bed. I sat on a chair opposite, eager for the fun to begin.

We waited for nearly two hours. Tara was convinced I was crazy. She made to get up, to retrieve her clothes, insisting I see a doctor, when suddenly the doona flew off her and landed in a crumpled heap by the window.

“What the fuck was that?” she demanded.

“She’s here,” I said.

“You’re mad. There’s no one here.”