Hall of Infinite Doors
"I know," you reply, "it can get pretty awful."
"My boyfriend says that it can lead to prostrate cancer," says the girl, becoming very concerned. "Why don't you sit up on the bed."
You climb up on her bed. It is neatly made with a couple stuff animals. She climbs up afterwards and cleans your pipes. It's not the greatest job--maybe a little mechanical. But often something is better than nothing. When you are done you profusely thank her, give her a hug and return to your own bed for a night of wonderful dreams.
You do not call Nikky the next day, and become somewhat surprised when she does not call you. French class arrives, and Nikky shows up late wearing a short brown dress with knee-high boots. She looks hot. After class you approach her.
"I want to thank you for the date the other night," you exclaim.
"Yeah. I really enjoyed it," she replies timidly.
Discerning that something is wrong, you invite her to a local outside eatery for lunch. She accepts. You have not taken but a few bites of your sandwich when she starts:
"I guess I know you're not my boyfriend or anything. You're just this really nice guy who is helping me out. But I felt really bad that you let my roommate blow you."
"I'm sorry . . ."
"Let me finish! I'm just not sure I want to do this."
"I'm ready to teach you anything you want to know."
"I know. And all the girls were so impressed that you didn't take advantage of me or anything. They think you're such a gentleman. In fact, a couple others wanted me to give them your number."
"If you like . . ."
"But I wish you would have woken me up or something. I was really looking forward to making love to you, but you let me sleep."
You feel an emotional tug as she goes ever more distant from you.
"My boyfriend says that it can lead to prostrate cancer," says the girl, becoming very concerned. "Why don't you sit up on the bed."
You climb up on her bed. It is neatly made with a couple stuff animals. She climbs up afterwards and cleans your pipes. It's not the greatest job--maybe a little mechanical. But often something is better than nothing. When you are done you profusely thank her, give her a hug and return to your own bed for a night of wonderful dreams.
You do not call Nikky the next day, and become somewhat surprised when she does not call you. French class arrives, and Nikky shows up late wearing a short brown dress with knee-high boots. She looks hot. After class you approach her.
"I want to thank you for the date the other night," you exclaim.
"Yeah. I really enjoyed it," she replies timidly.
Discerning that something is wrong, you invite her to a local outside eatery for lunch. She accepts. You have not taken but a few bites of your sandwich when she starts:
"I guess I know you're not my boyfriend or anything. You're just this really nice guy who is helping me out. But I felt really bad that you let my roommate blow you."
"I'm sorry . . ."
"Let me finish! I'm just not sure I want to do this."
"I'm ready to teach you anything you want to know."
"I know. And all the girls were so impressed that you didn't take advantage of me or anything. They think you're such a gentleman. In fact, a couple others wanted me to give them your number."
"If you like . . ."
"But I wish you would have woken me up or something. I was really looking forward to making love to you, but you let me sleep."
You feel an emotional tug as she goes ever more distant from you.