Albeit dressed in the more exotic tones and fashions, wieldingone of those keyblade things...the very image of the one that had donethis to him...her.....Hand shaking, she brushed the papers away with distain. She had toremain calm...he...he, Vincent Dell had to remain calm. He was notlosing his mind...he had to focus...he hand to think, or he could loseeverything... Closing blue eyes, she sorted through the events of thenight; thoughts streaming until a distant metallic buzz made her. "Wow!" she announced, "I didn't realize it was so late! Maybe we should get going before he gets sick or passes out." She giggled again and launched into a narrative about what she'd done to wake Chris up this morning."You're evil!" Ozzy laughed. "But I think I should try that on my kids."She seemed to take notice of me again and she stood up, wobbling. She reached out her hands to me to steady her."It was wonderful to meet you," and she shook Ozzy's hand sweetly. "And really great to see you. He leaned back almost touching her arm while Bobby sat in the other chair watching, trying to hide his lap with the controller.Then she asked about the video we were watching earlier.It was like time froze. Mike and I stopped our clumsy massage of her feet and John held himself still against her as we looked at her and Bobby.He was pretty cool about it though and just told her what it was and laughed. We expected her to be pissed but all she did was look back at the game we had been ignoring.. " She trailed off when she noticed something unexpected. A little tent had been erected in the middle of the duvet, right around where Mark's groin was. He had an erection. Blushing furiously she rolled back onto her side of the bed with her back to him. This went way beyond awkward. She had never been this close to an erection before, and never would have thought of it from Mark.But she could deny it no longer. Mark was a guy. With a penis…an erect penis…in her bed.Her breathing started to get.