“I did not flirt with him; I was being courteous, since you were making the entire situation completely awkward.”“Good, he should have taken the hint.”

“He was smiling and motioned for me to turn around, and as I did, he stopped me. "What size shorts did you get?""A four. Why?""Maybe you should have gotten a six, those are awfully snug." He didn't take his eyes off the shorts.”

“How did you know my size?""While you were in the shower yesterday, I browsed around."......"Jason, that's not okay. You were snooping in my closet?" He looked at me incredulously "I wouldn't call it snooping. I call it doing my homework.”

“How did you sleep?” A wolfish grin spread across his mouth. “I’m not sure I slept. I’m exhausted.” “I figured you would be. You were a nympho last night.” He stood and dropped the towel that was gracefully hiding his…”

“I slapped him hard across the face. He didn't react to it; he just closed his eyes, and leaned his head back against the headrest. Tears began to prick my eyes, and I did nothing to try and stop them. "I can't stand this," I said through the tears, "I can't stand what I've become.”

“Would he ever lighten up? Do I even want him to? In a strange way, his domineering, cavalier attitude was a bit of a turn on.”

“Necessity fuck?” I asked, half amused by his lingo. “Yes, it was necessary that I enjoyed what I’ve been missing, while you learned that I only fuck one body at a time…”