There were only four women who ever came to my room, at least as far as I knew. Maybe some magically appeared when I wasn't there, dunno.
The first was my mother, naturally. She was in there a lot until she died, cleaning, making my bed, looking for hidden nudie mags, the usual.
The second was Jane, my high school crush. She felt bad for me since my mother had died, but she rejected my advances.
The third was a few years later, 'Jasmine', who helped me get over Jane.
The fourth was the policewoman I showed Jasmine's body to.