"It's all part of my nefarious plan my dear, you want to reduce me to a quivering puddle of male juice, well, I am going to do the same to you, fair i... fair after all," I replied in my most innocent of tones."Booty call!" cried the DJ. I don't know if that was the name of the song but it was sort of like a square dance, Texas two step but with racy lyrics. I don't know if you've ever done this sort of dancing but you tend unless you outright try and avoid it, to drift from partner to partner.. At five in the evening next day, Phœbe, punctual to her promise, came to me as I sat alone in my own room, and beckoned me to follow her.We went down the back stairs very softly, and opening the door of a dark closet, where there was some old furniture kept, and some cases of liquor, she drew me in after her, and fastened the door upon us, we had no light but what came through a long crevice in the partition between ours and the light closet, where the scene of action lay; so that sitting on. It seemed her hand was always touching me somewhere. By the end of the day we were already talking about getting together for lunch sometime. I was not even thinking sex at the time, really I wasn't. We met after that a lot for shopping and lunch but she always found a way to stay away from my home and other friends. One day we were shopping and she was looking at some sexy lingerie. I joking said " got a big date tonight?"She said " I do have a date tonight. You think I should buy it? "I said. She sensed an opportunity to gain some extra warmth and scooched into the middle of the bed. I was on my side, facing her, not so deeply asleep so as not to feel her crawl into my embrace. With my arms wrapped around her, she buried her face in my chest and closed every bit of open space between us, relishing my warmth. Sonja soon returned, taking Chloe’s spot at the edge of the bed without issue.We stayed like that for a good while, me holding Chloe’s small body against mine, the two of us.