Baxter started to shiver under Lola’s tight grasp, and just as quickly as she pounced, she was getting up to leave. He let out a long, and pleasure-filled sigh, and rubbed his eyes feeling slightly dazed.

His head pumped out the music in a steady, sickening flow, making his head pound. Lola was straightening the creases from her skirt and turning to go.

“Wait,” he called out, “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving,” she said slowly.

“But, I don’t want you to,” he said, starting to sound desperate.

“That’s what they all say,” Lola said, looking sad.

“Please, stay,” Baxter said, extending his hand to her. She walked towards him, kissed him lightly on the forehead and turned away.

“No,” she said, “We will see each other again quite soon.”

“How do you know that?” Baxter asked, looking hurt.

“I don’t,” she said with a hint of a smile.

The song started to come over him again as she walked back into the party.

Before he knew it, he was running after her.