Jane awoke with a start, her heart pounding and the sheets soaked. “Damned nightmares!”

“Wha? Whatdyousay?”

“Nothing, Henry. Go back to sleep. I was dreaming again.”

“Commere, baby. I love you. Come back to bed, Janey.”

“I’ll be there in a bit, Henry.”

“Well, leave the lights on so you don’t hurt yourself.”

Jane left the door ajar. As soon as his snores started she took her phone into the hall. “Marty?” She whimpered into her lover’s ear. “Marty, come get me. I HAVE to get out of this hell-hole.”

She jumped as Henry spoke: “Who you talking to, Janey?”
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Lance has challenged us with another great song: Tim Eriksen’s Leave Your Light On