That night, for the first time that Jenny could remember, she couldn't sleep. She usually fell sound asleep at night the moment her body hit the bed, and then she slept like a dead person. Nothing short of somebody shaking her violently and shouting her name repeatedly could wake her up once she had slipped into deep sleep. Her mother often complained about the ordeal it was trying to wake up Jenny for school in the morning.

Maybe it was the accidental nap this afternoon that was interfering with her sleep now. Or maybe it was that her mind wouldn't stop churning. She kept thinking about the things she'd found in Skip's dresser drawer – the panties and cunt-hairs, the notebook in which he'd written things she couldn't believe. And then she remembered the way he'd caught her this afternoon in his arms and the way she'd immediately had an orgasm. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. How could such a thing have happened? And she remembered the smell of Skip's jockstrap, still moist with the sweat of his balls. She'd actually sniffed it. She must have been out of her mind. And she'd jerked off sniffing it. How could she have done such a thing?

Her thoughts were interrupted suddenly when some light started beaming in under her bedroom door. Somewhere out there Skip had turned on a light. She listened for the sound of him using the bathroom, but she couldn't hear anything. Her bedside digital clock read nearly one in the morning. What was Skip doing up at this hour? Maybe he couldn't sleep either. She strained her ears for a while longer, then, hearing nothing, she got up as quietly as she could and stole from her room to investigate.

The hallway light was off, as was the bathroom light. Down at the end of the hallway, light beamed out through Skip's half open door. Holding her breath, Jenny tiptoed toward the light. She was dressed in nothing but her negligee. Peeking around Skip's half open door, she looked into his bedroom.