As with all men during such events, his mind has shutdown. Buford, the nosey beagle who triggered this event, is wondering what happened to the source...of all those strange sounds and tempting smells. Although possibly unfamiliar with either the band or the term, not unlike ZZ Top, he’d just been looking for some tush. The miniscule portion of Angie’s cerebral cortex still in working order is wondering how to get even further away from whatever the hell that cold, wet, disgusting thing was that. It worked for some of the time."Dude, you're such a jerk! What, just cause Carly and Sam are sweet on each other, you gotta be all weirded out by it?" Gibby questions. after cornering me."Uhh, let's think about that for a sec. YES."Next, he'll be proclaiming his own homosexuality or something like that. Why else would Gibby be so defensive about Sam and Carly's sexual preferences? I had to wonder. This wasn't normal. This wasn't even natural! The phenomenon of two girls having sex is. .. whore used and pleasured me. My hands moved to her vest and pulled it from her even as she slid my panties down to my ankles. As I watched, she unzipped her skirt and it fluttered to the floor. Her arms embraced me once again. I could feel the moisture on her fingertips as she ran her nails over my back. Two columns of alabaster in the moonlight shining through the glass of the elevator. My hands cupped her buns as our sexes kissed. The crinkle of our pubic hairs meeting sounded like. I was just...”“Kelly, no amount of hormones or pheromones is going to make me do something that, deep down, I don’t want to do. It’s not as if you roofied me. You just tried to get me in the mood. We’ll do it. Soon. But I want to make it special for you and I’m finding it difficult to plan for that. We can’t really go anywhere together without causing a stampede, but I’d like to give you a proper date. Dinner. Dancing, or something else. Taking our time.”“That’s nice. But I understand how.