He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened them again and she was still staring at him, waiting for an answer. He rubbed his face with his lotion free hand, finally conceding that he couldn't make himself disappear just by willing it.
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
She hadn't thought that far ahead. She looked around her, as if she'd find a blowup s*x doll somewhere around his room. "Well um, would you like me to..."
He didn't drop his gaze. After a few agonizing seconds he asked, "To do what?"
"To let you look at me?" she said, giggling as she saw his overzealousness.
"You'd do that for me?" he asked, a little too enthusiastically.
"Sure I would, sweetie," she smiled sweetly at him again. "Why don't you lie back on the bed?"
The part of Mike's brain that usually d
