Because she was dumb. Really dumb. She hadn’t thought things through. Robert and her had flirted at first, and Meredith was always at work. He liked...her, she knew it. Given her past, though, she was scared. She hadn’t wanted to go through yet another boyfriend dumping her like always, and, besides, he was older, and a bookworm, and maybe he didn’t really like her at all, or maybe he only saw her as, like, a potential slam piece, or maybe not even that, maybe she was too fat, because Meredith. . Jessie... please..." Show it to me," I whispered. Then I led him out of the room and guided him to his office downstairs. We stopped in front of his filing cabinet."Just show it to me," I whispered, stroking his hand gently. "Is it about me?"He had stopped crying and nodded, but still had a somber expression on his face."Show me," I said softly.He paused for a moment, and then fished his keys from his pocket. On one ring was a small silver key. He held it between his thumb and forefinger and. ” He waved her off, smiling.Ugh. Jason.Miranda gathered her skirt and blouse and left the office.She’d earned her pay today. Time to go home.----------Free in her own space, Miranda had nothing to prove. She moaned loudly, openly. Covers bunched up hastily to the side of her bed, laying face-down on her knees, her ass up in the shadows, her pleasure was no longer concealed.Moonlight cascaded down through the black-out shades, painting her skin smoothly in the soft light. If an observer could. .. well..."Diane sighed. "Just in case I still can't see the Auras is what you mean."Heather gave Diane a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry, Diane."Diane looked into Heather's lovely green-gray eyes. She could tell that Heather was being honest with her. She could read a lot in those eyes. She wished she had more opportunity to look into them.But that would mean forcing herself to admit her feelings for Heather in the first place.Diane had some vague notion that perhaps her attraction for Heather.