Shit! My body suddenly and perversely decided to assert itself and I felt myself blushing. "Uh -- right now I'm about to wet the bed!"She gave me a so...t, quick and reassuring kiss. "Well then, unless WE want to sleep in a puddle the rest of tonight, I guess WE had better do something about that, wouldn't you say?"I nodded meekly, and she rolled off me, dragging my right arm with her, forcing me to roll over. I was awkwardly working out how to get pulled together and out of bed when she got up. As I drove past the house/theater and felt a little sluttyness come over me. I turned around and went back and parked. This is completely not me! Sure, I do my share of flirting for drinks....but not this!I watched a few guts and couples go in and out so I pulled up my big girl panties and went in. The place was nasty dirty and smelled of bleach. I explained my situation to the big biker guy at the counter. He said I could look around at the videos and toys than go upstairs. I was not. After a few moments she asked, “Is there a reason you didn’t want me to clear the jam?”“Marcy,” PLATO replied. His voice sounded different, almost hesitant and he said, “I don’t think you should go into the processing room anymore.”“Why?!” Marcella nearly shouted.“Did you know I dream?” PLATO asked in response.“And...” she replied.“I have strange dreams about you,” he answered, “... and things that you do while you watch your websites when no one is around.”Marcella found herself blushing. I heard him think. I swear I could hear it.“Eva?”I opened my mouth and nothing came out. I crossed my legs, my arms, my fingers. I almost wanted to cry. I swallowed hard.“Eva? You here?”My feet were walking without permission. Out of the kitchen, into the hall.“I’m here,” My voice was small, thin, like a scrap of paper.He looked at me. I looked at his chest. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid dress, stupid presents, stupid everything. What if he hated me? What if he was through? He didn’t speak and to fill.