Jim didn't know what to say and had become aware of the slight erection that was clearly visible through the crotch of his silk pajama pants. He cursed his penchant for extravagant sleepwear and habit of not wearing underwear to bed.

Amanda picked up on his consternation, again furrowing her brow in concern.

"Is it the weed? You feel irrational paranoia?" She asked.

Jim shook his head no but hadn't quite conjured up a reason either.

"You're acting weird today, I'm worried about you," Amanda followed, not one to mince words.

"I'm fine, it's just been a rough few weeks," he replied, settling on a truth—albeit one that wasn't presently...