We started off asking questions about each other, our jobs, hobbies, all that sort of small talk. We spent most of the night glued to screen chatting ...efore she pointed out it was 11pm and she had to log off soon and get some rest. I couldn't believe I had chatted for 6 hours to her and not even realised I hadn't eaten, or what time it was. We said goodnight, and I decided to be cheeky and ask her to think of me removing her clothes as she got ready for bed. She replied with "Hmmm that would be. ‘Is it because I’m so little? Like when Liam calls me, squirt?’ She grimaced on the last word. Funny, I’d always thought she’d liked it when he called her by that nickname. ‘I hate that, you know.’ She continued. ‘I hate it when people make fun of my size, like I’m insignificant or something.’ I was stunned. I’d never heard Amy complain before, ever. ‘No,’ I protested, ‘It’s nothing like that. I would never make fun of you.’ ‘Uh huh.’ I raked my fingers through my hair. I wasn’t lying, I. "I wanted to take care of you." So if you were taking care of me, you'd want to make sure that my orgasms were really great, wouldn't you?"There was a pause, and I realized I was going too fast. Before her mind could rebel too much, I continued."I mean, at first you just wanted to help me out, and get me off as quickly as possible, right?"Nod."But ... you're not the kind of person who can do a half-assed job, are you? No, when you set your mind to something, you have to be the best."Nod. God. .. and then I awoke with a start and the sun streaming in through a crack in the curtains. I glanced at my bedside alarm and discovered that I must have either slept through the damned thing or, more likely, have switched it off in my sleep before rolling over. Whatever the cause, the result was the same - it was now eight-thirty and not only wasn't I going to be early getting in to work, I wasn't even going to be on time!Barely pausing to shave and visit the bathroom, I hastily donned a white.