The night turned into seven, but true to our friendship, I never crossed the line once.The night turned into seven, but true to our friendship, I never crossed the line once. I did wake up in compromising positions on a couple of occasions, however. While Amy may have been safe from my conscious actions, my unfettered subconscious left me vulnerable. Amy had rolled over one night, and I immediately woke up. Seems she had rolled on top of something. I spent a good while trying to extricate myself without waking her, and slept the rest of the week with my back to her. She moved out, because her roommate finally paid the bill. She thanked me with a gentle kiss, and promised that she would go to a party I had been invited to while she was staying at my place. She kept her promise, but halfway through the night she said "Evil." For no apparent reason. I asked her what she meant, but she said she didn't want to elaborate. Translation: "You're bugging me, and I wish you weren't here." The tension built, and as we left, she finally brought up the subject. "I have to say something. I'm beginning to feel obligated and I don't like that. I know what's on your mind, and it really hampered my evening." "Well I'm _sorry_,", I replied, voice dripping with not-quite-yet- malice, "but you look very attractive tonight. I've been in close contact with you for a long time, and I think I have every right to want you. Obviously you meet lots of men that want you, like James. Do you feel -- _obligated_ -- to them?", I asked innocently. |