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He helped her to the bathroom and before he could turn and shut the door she dropped her pants and sat down on the toilet. He walked out and shut the door behind him and went back to his bedroom and undressed to his t-shirt and boxers and climbed in bed. When twenty minutes went by and he hadn’t heard from her he got up and knocked on the door of the bathroom. She had been asleep but didn’t want him to know and so she forced “Just a minute” out of her mouth, cleaned herself up and opened the door. She stood in the doorway in only her t-shirt and underwear and he helped her to the bedroom and under the covers of the bed.

Once he got beneath the covers she rolled towards him and began to kiss him. “Fuck me,” she said through her closed mouth only he had no intentions of doing so. He pushed her off of him and told her to go to sleep, that she would thank him in the morning. She rolled over and turned her back to him, dejected, almost as if in anger and in 30 seconds he asked her if she was awake. She didn’t answer and he lay staring at the back of her head. “We’ll both feel good about ourselves in the morning,” he thought to himself and wondered who she was.

At the foot of the bed he heard his dog move, it’s elbows bumped on the hardwood floor and his tags made a faint clinking noise. All he heard after that was her stilted breathing before he fell asleep himself.