C125 Complete Idiot

I wake up gasping and put my hand to my face. I can still feel the tingle of that bastard's hands on my cheek. I turn on the lamp and its light makes me squint and my hands fumble with the nightstand for my cellphone. The clock face reads three o'clock in the morning. Holy shit, there's a big event later and I'm up at three in the morning. This is great Selena.

I put the device back where it is