The conversation went like this.‘Thinking about you, what r u doing’ ‘Lying in bed, thinking about me? thinking what?’ ‘About coming over to... your house and crawling under the covers with you’ ‘Really now? Well you know that can’t happen’ ‘I know, just thought I’d try’ He stopped because he had to go back to work. I don’t know what came over me, but I just could resist teasing him with a little of our ‘Rhyme Time’ game. Here’s what I sent him.‘I keep trying so hard to stop the texting Each time. "That's all I do is work. I come home and Pam is sitting on the fucking couch whining about the last date that went awry. Like, I'm here to get a fucking job and as near as I can figure she's here to find a husband or die. It's gross." She did that magical business thing where her face went from utter contempt to bright and bubbly as she saw a professor she was trying to secure another internship with. "Mr. Gaffley! So good to see you! Oh my gosh, how did your daughter's recital go?"I watched. " Love you."Louise arrived on a Friday afternoon. Melina thought her a cute young woman. She's got a lovely smallish figure with matching breasts, Melina thought. And her muscles are quite firm. The two girls got Louise settled in Melina's guest room, and they went out to dinner and then came home and talked late into the night. They liked each other a lot.The following morning Melina woke and realized it was Saturday, and she had a problem. She had to raise the tapestry covering the one way. When I awoke, I was still in the apartment. My last memory from the day before was of standing on the headboard. I reasoned that the gas had put me to sleep, causing me to literally fall into bed. I was glad I hadn't chosen the kitchen countertops to stand on.Hungry, I left the bedroom and headed toward the kitchen."Good morning test subjects 231B and 411L."That sounded like it was coming from the TV, I headed for the living room and quickly realised there was a girl on the couch. She looked.