"It is just Bernard after all," she thought to calm herself down. "You went to him the other day, and look how that turned out, so how is this any different? This is even more to your advantage, you know. This is your turf, your home. You can't have him and ask a stranger for sex now, can you? Chill, Marissa. Women do this all the time," she reassured herself. "Yes, they invite men to their home, to their bed, from time to time, and the earth has never stopped rotating, nor have the galaxies stopped existing. The bed had... wait, my bed!"

She thought as she rushed upstairs to...