But I couldn't let it stop at that. For some reason, I got it in my head that if watching guys ogle her excited me so much, watching her with another ...an would be nirvana. When I broached the subject, she thought I was nuts and wouldn't have any part of it. She said she only played the slut because I seemed to enjoy it, but that she would never go beyond harmless teasing. That she wasn't 'that kind of girl', and so on. But I wouldn't let the fantasy go. I was unrelenting with constant. “I know that look when I see it,” he added. In truth he didn’t. He watched her as she looked at him and throughout time she was still holding the bedsheet up close against her breasts and body. “So you left the party and came over here,” he went on to say. “You and that boy came back here to get it on didn’t you?” He was still smiling and then she did too. She knew what he meant but in truth Tyler and her never really did anything to that affect. “You allowed that 20 year old boy to put his you. On her way back she glanced at the end table next to the chair Bill's ghost had sat in. She saw a wet circle on it, like the type you find when somebody sets a glass of cold liquid down without a coaster; or a scotch on the rocks. She froze, not knowing what to think. It couldn't have been real, but she had no explanation for that wet spot. She averted her eyes, refusing to look at it again. It was simply too frightening.Sitting down on the sofa, she turned on the laptop and went to work. While. I unlocked it and walked into the living room. The cold air hit me immediately. I had forgotten a bra. Why in the world did I forget my bra. I always wear a bra around people. Shit, and its cold. Its only a matter of time. Shit. You want some grits? He didnt say anything sexual. Nothing at all. Or maybe&hellip, could grits be sexual? Sure. I hated grits. They were bland with no flavor. I was a cereal girl. Liked the sugar in the morning. He made me a bowl and we ate in silence. I choked it.