Labin lay in bed unable to find rest. The room was submerged in darkness, yet his eyes refused to give respect to the night. His head was in the wrong set of clouds, reflecting on what occurred on a drunken night. "Why did I behave that way with her?" He spoke to no one but himself. He did not care if others were into such fetishes, but he had no interest in forcing himself on a woman- not to talk of drugging one for easy access.
But as he held his hands above his face, the craziness of his actions was but a speck in his eyes. The only guilt he bore was that he recognized his own weakness in full light. Was it the curve of her face, the texture of her skin or the taste of her mouth that he couldn't resist? He shut his eyes, recalling the softness of her breasts. To hide the traces, he wi
