I'm a cheap bitch, what can I tell you.After the bagel I spread my blankets out on my DIY sofa/bed and went to sleep. I had to go to the bathroom twic... in the middle of the night. It looked as though the road trip had caught up to me.I slept until 9AM, which was longer than normal. I was catching up on my sleep, I told myself. I went into the kitchen where I fixed myself another bagel, because at 9AM I didn't want to take the trike to the Hardee's at the plaza. I also didn't want to rush into. “No, why would you think that?” he asked with a puzzled look on his face as if I was an idiot.“You just said my soul was about to leave the mortal plane. That’s literally the whacky spiritual way of saying that someone is dying.” I rambled vehemently, unable to comprehend the fact that my friend had just delivered the news of my impending doom with all the grace of a newspaper boy throwing a paper while cycling.Frank just casually waved my concerns off saying, “Nah, mate. I just meant that your. She looked at me, smiled and said in my ears, “come tomorrow afternoon”. She bit my earlobe in a flash when nobody was watching and went away. I was in shock! I sat there for a while more, then excused myself and came home.All night and the next morning, I was trying to prepare myself for what was coming my way but I could never imagine what was really going to happen.The next afternoon I went to her house. I was expecting her to dress up sexily or be seductive but she was just dressed exactly. "T'Pol sent a stern look towards Trip, who immediately put the bottle down, before turning her attention back to Malcolm."Would you suffer the same predicament, if I undressed?" she asked.Malcolm ejected the triumphant winners swig of beer he had just taken through his nose and coughed violently."There's your answer, darlin', " Trip said with a healthy dose of Schadenfreude."I suspect the awkwardness will subside for him, too?" T'Pol asked Trip."Sure thing," Trip said.Without another word,.