This morning, when the alarm rang, I awoke to the sights and sound of Mandy thrashing in the bed next to me, her hands going about some sexy business between her legs. Looks like the alarm buzzer was rigged to make her clitoris buzz in sync. And for some mysterious (and probably magical) reason, the snooze button wasn't working, so it kept on buzzing...


With every buzz, Mandy's multiple climaxes kept piling up... until I yanked the plug from the outlet.

And then it was over, and I returned to the bed to see if she was all right. She threw herself into my arms and started crying.

"W-what's wrong?" I asked. Then, I quickly added: "I mean, what's MORE wrong than usual?"

She took a moment to regain her composure. "It's... too much. I don't know if I can take much more of this... It brings back... bad memories..."

"I'm not sure I understand... What memories?"

"I can't talk about this!" She jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. I wasn't able to get her to talk, so I gave up. Ten minutes or so later, she came out, silently got dressed, and left for work. I tried to talk to her, but she shushed me by putting a finger on my lips. Then she hugged me, and walked out.

All of it without a single word.

I'm really worried about her, now.