I am going to him and I will be having sex with him. Count on it. I gave you no reason to suspect otherwise. I was forthright and honest about the who...e thing. Now, whether you are ok with it or not, this will be happening today.”Holy shit! This was happening, and right before my ears. “Ok baby. I love you. When are you going to be home?”“I won’t be home tonight at all. I will call or text you in the morning when I am ready to leave. Oh, by the way, I’ve arranged for Jess to have a sleepover at. "We're just friends, right?"He frowned.I backtracked immediately. "I mean, it means SOMETHING," I reiterated. "Butit's not a date. Right?"He was silent for a few moments, and I knew I had blown it. My goal tonightwas to not bring up the difference in our relationship compared to what itwas before. I wanted him to remember that I was his friend first andforemost, not a girl whom he was still getting to know. But I was still sobad at keeping his mind off of that. I could see it in his eyes, and. Have you been reading any of the stories on the web site I told you about?” I tried to act totally disinterested when I responded, “No, sorry, Kevin. I haven’t time to read that stuff after working on Linda’s project. Why do you ask?” He said, “I’m just curious is all. There is a new author on there who writes in a very compelling and realistic style, very similar to my favorite author. I thought you might enjoy his work too.” The next day at our client’s office I made sure to more obviously. Now sitting on her couch, leaning forward, elbow resting on a pillow laid upon her crossed legs, chin firmly nestled in a palm, she continued to stare blankly out the window into the evening darkness. Still searching her feelings about everything that had happened that day, she realized that there were a few things she knew she didn't feel: distressed, regretful, embarrassed. No, none of that. The only concern she had was how difficult it was to admit to herself how good she felt. Some weight.