"Can I?" His question brought me back, and I knew what he was getting at."I'm not sure, Caleb. I'm scared of us changing. I don't want to reget you, C...leb. I love you, and I don't want that to change." Bethany, you know I love you. But after what you did with Paul, I wasn't sure if I could say that outloud anymore. But you know what? I can. I really can. Remember when we first started dating, I told you I could never forgive a girl if she cheated on me? I can, for you. But I need to know that. My thoughts would drift to it at everywaking moment. I tried to bury myself in "normal" activities with my old friends but Iwas like a sleepwalker going through the day. They were happy to see mebut my brain could not keep up with what they cared about. Throughoutthe day my imaginings would be interrupted by "Riley, you there?" caughtagain not tracking the conversation. "I asked if you though JennySlater was hot?" Kevin asked. All I could think about was if I wouldlook better in the denim. I tried to ignore the heady scent of Trixie's perfume, but I could feel myself reacting. "Well, I could pick the lock. It shouldn't take me longer than ten minutes or so." Excellent, look I have to go now, or I'll miss my meeting. Trixie'll will pay you, won't you Trixie?" She gave Trixie a strange little look until Trixie nodded and then she was out the door in an instant.Now that was odd behavior, I was obviously missing something here. I got some tools out and started work on the handcuffs.. "This is one of the great things about being a gal," Sabrina said. "We can get turned on, and hardly anybody knows it. Makes me glad I'm not a guy. Some of them can't help it, especially around here."Krissi giggled. "You mean guys get..." Her voice trailed off as her finger came up, mimicking a stiffening cock."That's considered very socially improper around here," Sabrina said."I'm afraid I'm going to spend half my time here taking care of things." It'll pass," Sabrina predicted. "If you stay.