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day. And I throw my tank on the floor, climb over the edge of the tub and drop into the hot relaxing water. Damn-it! I forgot a towel, my body products, shampoo and my razor. Mushy horned up brains will do that to you.

Chapter Five
     
    Knock, Knock.
    “Yes, James?” I ask lying back in the tub, covering my privates with my hands.
    “Can I come in?” he asks hesitantly. I might have freaked him out. Go figure. I’m a damn weirdo. With a nymphomaniac syndrome.
    “If you promise that your cock is put away. You can.”
    He opens the door and peeks in.
    “He’s away, I promise. I put my shorts back on and my pj pants. Do I need to put a shirt on too?” he asks nicely.
    I shake my head. “What’s up?”
    “Well a few things. I wondered if you’d like your bath products, I noticed you forgot to bring them in. Your phones been going off down stairs so I brought it up, it’s in my pocket. And I want to talk to you about what just happened.” He treads lightly.
    “Yes, I’d love my bath stuff. I’d appreciate that. If you want you can do my phone for me or I can do it when I get out. And what about the other?”
    He shuts the toilet lid and sits down, leaning over he places his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He’s most definitely stressed.
    “I’ll get your stuff once we talk about it. I want to know two things. Then you can ask whatever you want. Are you being honest when you say you don’t think he’s horrific looking?” he asks.
    Wow, he really is that self-conscious about it. Poor James. Of course I don’t. But maybe he thought I was still being sweet about it.
    “I’ll be honest James. I think it’s the opposite of horrific. I haven’t seen many male parts in person. So I don’t have a lot of experience. But I’ve seen some in porn. It’s very attractive. I mean it. And it’s not because I’m horny all the time or because I love you. It’s because I truly think that. If any woman wouldn’t suck or it or have sex with it, that’s their loss. You shouldn’t be going the bachelor route because of it. I’m positive I’m not the only woman on the planet who would find it that attractive. If anything I like it more because of its uniqueness,” I reassure him and give him a soft warm smile.
    He doesn’t look at me, he’s staring intently at the floor. So much for my smile.
    “Thank you,” he huffs.
    Oh, damn-it I think he’s about to cry again. I didn’t mean to do that. This is such a touchy subject for him. My poor Teddy Bear.
    “What’s the next?” I press to get him out of this sadness mode.
    “Why did you kiss me?”
    “I shouldn’t have,” I blurt back fast.
    “But why?” he pushes drawling out the question.
    “When you finished the story I didn’t think words could express how grateful I am that you’re alive and in my life. It just kind of happened. I’m sorry. I know I don’t say it all the time but you do mean the world to me. You’re my best friend, my Teddy Bear. Who I love with all my heart. I wanted you to know what.” I voice kindly. I know that wasn’t a smooth move on my part. I made things worse if anything. Especially for my sex drive.
    “You love me like Stacy?” he asks in a whisper. He still won’t look at me. He’s moping. And I hate that. I love the sweet steady James. Not the one sitting before me. This is so unlike him. He’s shy and reserved but he doesn’t mope. I’ve never seen him struck with sadness, not like this.
    “No. I love you different than Stacy. I’ve never been attracted to Stacy in a, you know way. I am you. So no, it’s not the same. You’re completely different people. I couldn’t love you both the same if I tried.”
    I’m being honest. I guess this bothers him — maybe he thinks I love Stacy more than him and if I had to choose I’d pick Stacy? I don’t fucking know. I just know that I love James and I love Stacy and I’m not choosing sides. They both are my best friends. One just happens to be