She rolled over on her side, only to see the dim red numbers on her bedside clock show that it was now three thirty in the morning. She merely nodded and told them that she was still a little weak from the flu and that she would be all right, while not believing those words even as she spoke them! Twice in the last forty eight hours she had been racked by the most vicious orgasms she could possibly imagine, both having left her shaken and trembling, and while she had always had a healthy attitude towards sex, there was something almost sinister about what was happening to her. An old woman, a bag lady for lack of a nicer term, was approaching her on the sidewalk pushing a shopping cart.
