"Kevin?" I didn't say it very loud. I didn't need to, there were no other sounds and he could hear me perfectly well from anywhere in the apartment. I...listened intently, not sure whether the pillow slip over my head was affecting my hearing. There was nothing. Just pure silence. Was this part of the game? Making me wait? I was so hot and ready for sex that it didn't seem like a fun game to me; I just wanted him to come back into the bedroom and finish me off. I could almost feel my clitoris. ..at least nothing would happen with me along. I felt like I had to atone for my actions...and after a day of shame and guilt, I knew I had to get a grip on my emotions.Surprisingly, we had a wonderful time at the pizza place. I felt like a young school girl again and I couldn't remember the last time I laughed so much. The four glasses of wine they insisted I drink went a long way in relaxing my inhibitions. I even convinced myself that my actions the night before was an aberration and would. He opened the door to let the dog out as she seemed quite agitated and as it opened on the hinges she shot out. He looked past the dog, startled to see his date standing there. He couldn’t slam the door in her face, that would be too much like a bad TV show, so the he did the only other thing he could. He invited her in and acted as if answering the door naked was the most natural thing in the world. She stepped in with the dog at her heels. He smiled and opened his arms for a hug. She. I handed Monica a beer and we sat on the couch together. "I'm trying to live a normal life," I said. "I don't want a normal life," she said. "Or no. Forget that. Who said it can't be normal?" Just about everybody, Moni."She made a rude noise and set her beer on the table. She took mine and set it next to hers. Then she grabbed the back of the couch and threw her leg over my hips. She straddled me. "Mon!" I started."Shut up," she said, her manicured finger against my lips. She pushed her chest.