I crawled out of bed and I could see the light was on in the bathroom. Satisfied the noise came from Amy's trip to the shower, I crawled back into my ...ice warm bed. Amy must have had another late night with Nick. I don't know what she sees in that loser, I thought, tucking the comforter up under my chin, and I'm glad he never comes over here. Every time he looks at me, I get a creepy feeling down in the pit of my stomach.Nick never looked me in the eye; he always talked to my chest. Of course. " Hey? Huh?" I looked over her shoulder to try and read her face. "What about all the time you were with Stephan?"Joycie looked down, letting her hair fall across her face."C'mon, what you talking about?" I persisted.Joycie sighed deeply. "Stephan doesn't do parties, not really. He can't really drink and he gets all shy if people start, you know, pushing us together and stuff, pushing us into the bushes or into a back room or stuff. He's kinda, well, he's not really comfortable about sex, and. He turned back to me with a confused look. ‘Do I know you or something?’ When I shook my head he asked, ‘Then what’s your beef with me?’ ‘I don’t like assholes, especially ones who try to give me orders. We could possibly have been friends if you hadn’t copped an attitude right off the bat. As it is now, you’re high on my shit list.’ ‘Who the fuck are you?’ Ralph asked. ‘I’m the guy who’s going to kill you if you don’t ease up on the hard guy routine. I’m the guy who’s going to take your old. We were just friends, afterall.One night I got the brilliant idea to ask her if shewould give me a massage. She seemed uninterested, butwent through the motions anyway after I stripped to myunderwear and lay on the bed. The whole massage lastedabout two minutes before she exclaimed, “My turn!” Inever asked her again.Finally, I decided I would see how far I could go. Ibegan to look upon her as less of a friend and more of asex object. I couldn’t help it! I felt like she.