By the time she mercifully came to a stop outside the door to what was to be my bedroom, I could have sworn that my arms were a good three inches long...r than they had been when I started.I left one suitcase in the hall while carrying the other into the room. Setting it down I pretended to be inspecting the room before returning for the other, savoring the chance to recover my strength. In truth, the room did bear inspection.It was easily twice as large as the room I shared at school. A large,. Then the wetness. I wasn’t sure if she was doing this on purpose or simply being affectionate, but I excused myself again. I followed my same clean-up routine and headed back to the couch. This time, she put her hand on my stomach and moved her fingers slowly, as if to console my belly after some unknown fear. Radiating like lightning from a summer sky, fiery nerves flashed from beneath her hand to my hips, to places I never felt when around her before. The wetness. Oh my, the wetness. I. I told her that I wanted to move out of the company and her technology fetched better package.She once told me that she didn’t want to move out of the company as she was comfortable here and no tensions at all. She said why don’t we have it some other day. I insisted that we start it then and asked her to teach the basics.She reluctantly went into her bedroom and fetched her laptop and came beside me and sat there. She was wearing a loose nighty. She started to teach me and I was looking at her. And Carly disappears into her room, to do her 'homework'. And I don't follow her. I stay, and I sit on the couch, and I fight to make my mind blank, turning 'Seattle Beat' up and trying to concentrate on it.I wake up suddenly, feeling a form near me. It's dark, but I can see from the outline it's Carly. I blink a few times, trying to clear my groggy head. "Carls?"And I can hear her breathing, the rhythm uneven, and she sways, as if she's unsure about something. And I feel her hand slide into my.