I rolled over in bed, for about the tenth time. I was tired but I just couldn’t sleep, and I knew why. He was in my house. Him! The guy who had spun my life out of control. His name was Nick, he was a friend of my brothers. He’d done very little for me to be so angry with him, almost nothing really. But whenever I thought of him I got angry. Or horny. It could go either way.The event happened a few weeks ago. I was swimmi...