And then I make the poor thing have to watch me act all sexy for my boyfriend.Lori didn't think. She did that a lot. She knew she should and tried to ...ard to remember to think before acting, but then an idea would burst into being in her brain, overriding any common sense she possessed, and she just had to do it, often dragging poor Yoshiko along for the ride.“Are you okay?” Lori asked, moving on her bed, her panties bunched around her thighs slowing her down. Her phone chirped, Chris answering. It's easier to say we're friends. Shirley and I are just friends now too. I wanted to talk to you about the phone call from Shirley because just her calling affects us. The rest of it, I have no reason for believing it's going to happen. If it did though, I'd come talk to you again before I made any decision. I hope you'd do the same for me. You never made any decisions, at least you never told me you made them. I made my decisions when we got our other situation straightened out, and I told. I didn’t do anything wrong.“FUCK.”A few minutes later, the phone rang. “Hello?”“Hi Brett, This is Freya. Deirdra asked me to check on you. She said you didn’t sound right when you talked.”“I’m alright.”“No, you’re not. I hear it in your voice. We want you to come to dinner.”“I’d rather be alone.”“Yep, which is exactly why you shouldn’t be. Now, get your butt over here. Understand?”“I ... uh...”“I don’t want to hear it. Dinner is in forty-five minutes. The only thing you need to bring is. But where do you sleep?" Uh... I? Like? I sleep here with Uncle Bill and Aunt Lucy."I was surprised. Surprised and shocked. What else went on in that bed? "How long have you been staying here, Barbie?" Uh... since school started, Mr. Hamilton." I guess we should go back downstairs." My erection had wilted with the surge of new and unexpected information and I needed my drink."Can I have another coke, Mr. Hamilton? It's different... makes me feel all warm a squiggly. Did you put somethin' in.