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Norman:

After I left the bedroom from our failed sex attempt, I headed into the kitchen to marinate the steaks. I was shocked that Tiffany would even look at me. Especially after I told her about my....past. She must have really trusted me, to be able to let me near that area. I chewed my cheek as I took out some spices.

Why does she trust me so much? It was a question that was picking at my brain since the day I met her. She was willing to kiss me in public, which I was just assuming was because it was a way for her to escape the bikers. But then at the motel, she was willing to show me every inch of her. I don't know, maybe she was a prostitute who was used to that kind of attention. And after I told her about what Sean and I did, she wanted part of it. Why? I mean, yes, we've saved girls who wanted some part of what we did. Until we told them that there was no money involved. Which was kind of a lie. Usually, after the rapists were killed, we'd get at least twenty bucks off them. It was really our only way to get money. But Tiffany just wanted to join because.... Well, I didn't know why. I knew why I had stopped in the bedroom, and that was because I didn't want to take advantage of her. But she seemed so willing to do it, which was starting to make me nervous. What if she hates me for not having sex with her? Will she leave? Ah, paranoia. My old friend.

While I threw the steaks on the stove, I felt her small arms wrapping around my torso. I glanced over my shoulder at he. She was dressed, and smiling at me.

"You ok, Norman?" She asked.

"Yeah. Why do you ask?" I mumbled, adding some wine to the steaks.

"Well, you'd have me screaming by now if you were ok." She pointed out. I chuckled lightly, and moved the steaks around in the skillet.

"I'm fine. Just not in the mood." I said.

"You didn't feel very soft." She stated, kissing my shoulder blade. I laughed again.

"Well, if you do good tonight, then I'll reward you." I declared, although when I said that, I felt a small twinge of nervousness in my stomach. Could I keep that promise?

"Oh, you'd better." She threatened. "Otherwise, I'll punish you."

"And how would you do that?" I demanded, smirking at her.

"I would need some rope." She murmured, trailing her hands down my stomach. I bit my lip, letting her go further.

"I hate rope." I mumbled.

"Well, then I'll take some handcuffs." She stated.

"Don't like cuffs either. How about I chain you, and make you orgasm until you can't breath?" I whispered, turning to face her. Her eyes darkened slightly, and she bit her lip. I loved it when she would bite her lip. Hell, I loved it when she did anything. No I remembered very vividly when she told me she loved me. I was stunned, which was the only reason I didn't say that I loved her too. I was pretty sure I was in love with Tiffany, and I wanted to show her.

Suddenly, Sean decided to kill the mood by coming in. I turned back around and flipped the steaks over.

"Hey, I'm gonna go take a shower." Tiffany stated, going down the hall to the bathroom. I turned the glance at Sean.

"How was it? As sexy as when you fucked in my car?" He demanded. I rolled my eyes, and focused my attention on the sizzling pieces of meat on the pan in front of me.

"When're you going to forget about that?" I asked, heating up another pan for the zucchini I wanted to grill.

"Never. That's why I'll get revenge." Sean declared. This made me laugh.

"Oh yeah? How're you gonna do that, fuck someone on my bike?" I demanded.

"No. I was thinking about fucking on your bed." He said. I turned to face him, and rolled my eyes.

"Grow up, will you? You're older than me by, like, four years." I stated.

"Yeah. Don't remind me." He muttered.

"Aww, poor guy. You're gonna be 50 in a few months." I teased. "And you're still a virgin."

"No I'm not. You know that very well." He countered. I snorted.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that Swedish model." I scoffed.

"Fuck you man." He muttered.

"At least I have Tiffany." I declared.

"Speaking of Tiff, where is she?" He asked.

"Shower." I answered, flipping over the meat again. "Hey Sean, I wanna ask you something."

"I ain't giving you a blowjob." He stated.

"No thanks. As much as I love that incest thing, I'm good." I retorted. "But no, I wanna do something special for Tiffany."

"Ok..." He mumbled, arching an eyebrow at me.

"I think I love her." I whispered. "And I wanted to tell her tonight."

"How? Gonna take her star gazing and tell her?" He asked.

"I dunno. I think that'd be a good idea, but it sounds too original. I want her to know without a doubt." I said.

"How about doing something hella romantic? Like, take her out for dinner and finish it off with a night in bed making sweet, passionate love." Sean suggested. I smiled slightly, liking the idea.

"Yeah. I like that. Then I'll decorate the bed with rose petals, have some candle lighting the room." I stated, smiling and feeling excited for tomorrow tonight.

"I'll keep her busy while you prepare that stuff." He offered.

"Thanks man. I owe you one." I stated.

"Just don't fuck in my car ever again and it'll be ok."