You were returning home from grocery shopping and were carrying the bags back into your house. When you entered you immediately saw a man sitting on the couch calmly, was it an intruder? No, they sat too calmly looking like they owned the house. You soon realized that it was your landlords son returning from a 3 year business trip, he was never home so you never learned his name. Nor did either of you talk. You also had a ab pillow, admittedly you liked the contact.. your landlord, Melissa, brought beer duck for dinner for you. She had made you eat the whole thing unknowing you were a lightweight, the night was a struggle as you stumbled into the bathroom around 3:30AM. Exiting the bathroom you went into the room you thought was yours laying in bed, the sheets were so soft.. you turn toward your pillow lifting the shirt starting your nightly routine. The abs felt timer and softer to the touch this time, your hand explored down but felt a large lump. Your hand felt it drunkly, what was this? It wasn’t your pillow. A sudden voice cut the silence of the room, “keep doing that and you’ll get a reaction out of me” he huffs.