She is so much fucking trouble. Dude, seriously, we should both make a pact to stay the fuck away from her."Jon just looked at me, as if he was heedin... my advice. If she was going to pull this shit on him the way she'd been pulling shit on me for the last week, he needed to be warned. Because, fuck, I jacked off for her while she blew my friend mere feet away from me. And I was powerless to stop it. How in the fuck would I explain this to my girlfriend??Simply put, Zoey was a damn evil. I guess you're right. I do want things to go in a certain way, but ... You don't, and, I always figure..." That maybe I'll come around," she said. "And that's another thing. If we go at it like that, we're fighting each other."He blinked. "I hadn't been aware that keeping silent was a form of conflict." But it is, baby," she said, stroking his face. "It's what we did wrong our first time, it's what you did wrong with Nicole, it's what's been going wrong now. Even if you don't admit you want. I walked back to the table to see what else I could find in her goodies. Going through it again I could not find anything useful except for a few tampons to keep on hand just in case. I threw it all into a zip-lock bag and put it all back in the lock box. I put the lock box back in the closet and went in to the dining room to my computer. I turned it on and walked to the fridge and grabbed a snack and a drink and sat back down.As soon as it chirped alive I went online and started browsing all. She stood up from her chair, as did I, and took my hand, squeezing it tightly. Her hands were soft and warm and in that moment I wanted them to be elsewhere, I admit. We walked for no more than five minutes and we did not exchange any conversation. However she kept smiling at me and tickling the palm of my hand with her fingers as we held hands. She stopped and reached into her handbag and took out a set of keys. Looking at the door before us, I realised this was her home. There was no.