"Good morning," he said, full of lust, whispering in her ear. She stood at the window covered by just a blanket. It was early on a Sunday morning, and all she wanted to be was alone. But yet again, another mistake of another Saturday night was here, and would not get the message of her cold shoulder."Baby, you look so sexy standing here in just your blanket," he whispered, trailing a couple fingers up her side, her back,...