When they finished, Daniella cleared the table and washed the plates, then retired back to the sitting room. Leonard had finished his drink.

He got up and headed to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Daniella asked.

"Get some alcohol." He replied and left for the kitchen. Daniella settled down and continued to sip her drink.

As Daniella was waiting for him, she couldn't help but begin to think of the possible positions Leonard would keep her in.

"Shouldn't I be getting... fucked by now? He should be pounding me right now." She thought. She wasn't even remorseful that she was thinking that in Desmond's house. Though that is exactly...