text: [Themes: horror, drama, horror]
  
  Sasha pouts as she stands up and heads for the door. She clearly isn't happy, but doesn't seem angry. As she walks she says, "Hank, you don't know what you're missing. You know we've had a good time every night, and I'm quite sure you would have a good time tonight, too." She winked at him as she opened the door and continued, "I'd make sure you had a good time, if you know what I mean. Maybe even better than last night."
  
  Hank didn't move. He wasn't sure if he should. Sure, he wanted to. He was staring at that incredible body and there was nothing more he wanted than to ravish that body...again? Was it again? He involuntarily glanced towards the bedroom and remembered the sheets in there. Yes, it was certainly again. He had really done something with her last night, even if he couldn't remember it right now.
  
  His thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the door closing. She had left. Hank felt almost like a part of him was missing at this point, once she walked out that door. He almost started to move and head after her, but he really didn't know where she was going. He supposed he would just send her a text later, just to try and see if maybe she wanted to end her night here with him. He sort of felt like he made the right decision by not going with her, but he still felt like he was being left out at this point.
  
  He wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He really was starting to feel a little tired again. And in fact, since she had walked out the door, his headache had returned. He quickly took a gulp of beer and almost ran to the bathroom. He checked himself out in the mirror and was relieved that everything looked normal. He really couldn't wrap his head around the wrinkles and the vision of the incredibly old person that had looked out of that mirror earlier. Maybe that was all just a dream. He headed back into the living room, took a seat, and turned the tv on.
  
  He wasn't really watching the show as his mind wandered. He really liked Sasha, but how could he not? She was amazing. He wanted her. But there was clearly something about her, something he just couldn't grasp, just out of his reach. He couldn't remember each night with her, but even she admitted that they were spending the nights together. What could possibly be causing him to black out that much? And all the other things going on? He must have just been imagining them. Maybe they were going out and doing some serious hallucinogenic drugs every night. That's not something he had ever done, but he was thinking that with Sasha there were all kinds of things happening that he had never done before.
  
  One again his thoughts were interrupted by his phone buzzing. He wasn't really sure he wanted to look, but out of habit he pulled out the phone and checked the messages. Indeed, there was the message from the unknown number. That reminded him: why didn't he put her number in his phone yet? And why was her number always an unknown number? He clicked through to the message and had to wait when he saw the "downloading..." message.
  
  His jaw dropped when the picture finished loading. They were big, they were round, and they were completely uncovered. He didn't even need to see her face to know those belonged to Sasha -- he had stared at them covered up enough times. Even if he didn't remember seeing them naked before, he was positive those were hers. He wanted to lick the screen. He clicked on the picture and zoomed in even more. This was one picture he was going to keep forever.
  
  The phone buzzed again and a message appeared under the knockers: having fun w/o u u need to join me
  
  Hank ignored the message for the moment and went back to the picture. They were exactly what he had imagined they would look like. And she was at the club, apparently flashing them out. He couldn't see anything else in the picture, not that he was really looking at this point. He really liked what he was seeing. So tight and firm. They were just perfect.
  
  Another text showed up, making the boobs scroll up a little bit: come on! party at 616 broad st take elevator to basement
  
  She had gone without him, but Hank wanted to see those for real. He imagined what he might do with them and if she was flashing them in public, he was sure to enjoy it.
  
  i promise u good times
  
  Part of Hank really, really wanted to go. He was at attention and ready. But there was a tiny part of him that was trying to be responsible. A little bit of him said that if he went out, he was going to screw up and wasn't going to have a job come tomorrow. He scrolled up and looked at the picture again. Those were so tempting, so beautiful, so round. He wanted to go see more of them for sure.
  
  > Hank tries to be an adult and stays home.
  Hank put his phone down. He just couldn't do it. He was certainly going to remember that picture for a long time. But that feeling inside just let him know that things were not going to end well if he went out. He wasn't completely sure this was the right choice, but he decided. He turned off the tv and headed for bed.
  
  The next morning Hank's alarm clock rang loud and clear. Hank slapped it off and groggily made his way to his feet. His headache was still there, but it was nowhere near as bad as the previous day. He rubbed his eyes and headed for the bathroom. He was nervous when he walked in and looked in the mirror. He was tired, but as far as he could tell he looked normal. Well, his eyes looked extra tired and there might be dark circles there, but at least he didn't look like he was 80 years old. He walked over to the toilet and braced himself
  
  It burned, but it was nowhere near as bad as the previous day. It still hurt, but he could bite down and at least remain standing. He headed for the shower to start his day.
  
  Everything else seemed back to normal for Hank, but he was just tired all day long. He didn't have the energy he used to. When he got home from work, he even went to a few porn sites and, well, nothing. He was just too tired. He ended up going to bed early that night.
  
  This sequence continued each day through the week. Hank got up and was tired. He had just enough energy to make it through the day and then back to bed at night. He didn't go anywhere extra, he didn't do anything extra. He knew this was still not quite right, but this was his life now. Friday came and went, just like every other day. He slept in on Saturday until noon and still woke up tired. He looked a little rough in the mirror, but that was Hank these days. He actually thought he saw some gray hairs starting in on the sides of his head. He wasn't old enough for gray hair, but he was really just too tired to care.
  
  Saturday night he went out for a walk. He found himself walking past the bar. He thought about Sasha for a minute and pondered going in. In the end, he just kept walking because he really needed a nap. He went home and slept some more.
  
  Hank never did fully recover. He had enough energy left to make it to work, but what was the point? Hank kept working at the company for another 40 years, but Hank never did go back to that bar and he never saw Sasha again.
  
  Well, good reader, congratulations, you managed to get avoid the worst of the succubus. Feel free to try again and see where else Hank might end up! Thank you for reading.