Before he could answer I heard the sound of a glass breaking in the kitchen and an "Oh s**t" exclamation. I reached for my Glock on the nightstand and I had a flash of a short yellow skirt. As I walked out into the hallway and onto the landing at the top of the stairs, my Déjà vu became real. I remembered my walk down the stairs on that Wednesday night several months ago. When I hit the landing, I remembered seeing Ellen splayed open wearing that yellow miniskirt. When I turned into the living room I didn't see Jennifer being f****d on the couch as my memory recalled. Instead Ellen was curled up on it with an afghan covering pulled over her. She wasn't wearing yellow. Instead she had on pajama bottoms and a tee. I turned back toward the kitchen with the Glock in my hand and she startled me
