.what?" I asked carefully, not wanting to give him any ideas. "Oh, come on, Sally. I'll show you mine if you show my yours." NO, I screamed in the bac...k of my mind, but my hands were already peeling off the covers from my sweaty skin and I leaned back to give him a full view of my body. As he mentally fondled me I felt the urge to give him a show. Oh God you are such a slut, Sally, I thought, if mum and dad ever found out about this they would kill you. I found myself bringing my hands up to cup. He quickly discarded that thought though and returned his attention to the screen just in time for his on-screen character to get shot through the head. With a sigh he switched his console off and threw the controller across the room in disgust. “So much for mind-numbing,” he thought bitterly and walked over to his desk. As he sat down in front of the computer he glanced at the clock in the bottom corner. “Mom will probably be home soon,” he mused as he opened up a browser and typed in a. " Thanks. Only, I had a talk with Sam this morning. He's not happy. I don't think he'll make trouble – he's not the sort, I don't think – but ... I just don't want to be alone in the house. Don't let me cramp your style, though."I continued to work at the computer and made good progress. Philippa came in; when I hugged her, she clung rather longer than for a 'hello I'm here' greeting and her eyes were bright with tears."I feel bad about breaking up with Sam – he looked awful. I told him I liked. . well, like we somehow connected in some way. And if we really haven’t met before, then I wanted to meet you and figure out this wild attraction I felt!”“Now that was cheesy!” I smiled and walked on.My brain when nuts. “What are you doing? You idiot! Don’t play hard to get. You felt it too. Don’t let him get away! Turn around! TURN AROUND! Damn – He’s turned the corner. Go to the next aisle and talk to him. Open your freaking mouth and talk to him. DAMN. I. HAVE. TO. PEE!”He came down the next.