Sheila may have been looking for excitement earlier, and may have been in the mood for some kind of elicit fun, but this wasn't it. Being molested in her sleep by some stranger was not her idea of a good time.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sheila asked quietly. She didn't want to cause a scene if anyone else was still up, but she didn't want this to continue.
"Oh-" The man nearly jumped out of the bed, "I'm so sorry. Please, don't be mad."
The man quickly stood up and walked over to the doorway. He turned on the light and Sheila could see that it was indeed Javier's father. Or at least she assumed that was who it was. His face was a mix between horror and regret. Sheila was certain he was on the verge of tears.
The man slowly walked back to the edge of the bed and sat down. He was dressed in boxer shorts and a white tank top. He looked to be in his 40's but was still muscular. Sheila noticed his arms were covered in tattoos. She couldn't tell if they were old gang tattoos or prison ones, possibly a mixture of both. The man ran one hand through his short black hair and placed the other one on Sheila's thigh, right above her knee.
"Please forgive me. I came home from work and started drinking. I haven't had a woman for so long. And when my son said one of his girlfriends was in here, I just came in to check on you. Honest," He said in a thick Mexican accent. "But it has been so very long since I have felt the touch of a woman. The liquor just made me lose my mind. I called out to you, tried to see if you were OK. When you didn't answer I came closer and you just smelled so very good. Please."
He was crying now. He sobbed slowly and quietly. Not really bawling, but Sheila found it hard to hate him. She sat up in the bed, noticing that he still had a hand on her leg.
"You must think I'm sick. I don't know what is wrong with me. The wife left and it's just me and my boy. My beautiful daughter never comes home. Everything is falling apart, and here you were just smelling so good," He rambled while tears ran down his face.
Sheila decided to cut him off before he could continue his drunken pity party, "It's OK. You can't do things like that though. No matter what's going wrong with your life."
"Oh I know. I'm such a fool," He sobbed, "can you forgive me?"
'Yes, but please, I want to be alone," She answered shortly.
"Of course miss. Please, you won't tell my son? I couldn't take him hating me too," He begged.
"Yeah, yeah, our little secret. Now please, if you don't mind."
Javier's father stood up, finally removing his hand from her thigh and slowly stumbled out the doorway. He reached back in, turning the light off, and then he was gone.
Sheila sighed. That was a bit too much for her. She was fully awake now, if not completely sober. Part of her wanted to just crawl back under the covers until she got sleepy again, but part of her wanted to leave. Sleep would be hard enough without worrying about being felt up once she was out. She saw a clock on Yolanda's night stand. The time was 3:23. There wouldn't be any buses running now, but she could walk home. It wouldn't take more than 30 minutes at most.
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