And my clothing decissions.Hmm... I know that last part sounds kind of weird, but it makessence when tom explaines it : move in with them, give tom my...heck the first of each month, give tom my porsh-I now ride pam's old bike to work instead, which kind of puts a wrinkle in my pant suits, but tom says that's what skirts are for!!! All that's fine! I just wish he didn't keep making me...Well, I don't HAVE to do it...Pam just never could stand up to people, poor thing. Total opposite of me-. She giggles quietly, and her moist breath tickles his neck. "I think we'd better close this door before your sweet amour wakes up and finds me here. You'd think the poor girl would be completely worn out, but the light's probably starting to bother her."Meghan pulls insistently at the arms he's wrapped around her, and he reluctantly lets her go. She steps past him to the bedroom door, glances inside for a second, and then softly closes it."Good." She walks around Rob until she's facing him. "What can I do? I didn't plan this. I didn'twant it to happen?" No, you didn't plan anything did you? And you sure as hell didn'tthink about what might happen as you were out there having a grand oldtime playing party girl!" She spat her words out at me. "You're afool. A selfish fool. And I'm an idiot for letting you go as far as Idid." She paused for a second and looked down, her curls hiding herface. When she looked up, skewering me with her eyes, she added, "Andyou were. When we first met,almost two semesters ago,she had been using the top bunk to store her unfolded laundry. The first two nights I'd slept over,she had merely thrown her spare top sheet over top of the mounds of clothes and linens. I'd awakened smelling the heated mixture of my own sleepy self and her laundry detergent and worn-in personal musk. Her top mattress had been new so now, when I sleep over,with just a thin sheet covering it,I can bury my face and inhale the faint smell of her and the.