Mike turned the handle and opened the door. She was sitting on the closed commode with her face in her hands. He took both wrists and pulled her to a standing position then walked her back to the bed. She still hadn't looked at him as he sat beside her and put his arm around her shoulder.

"That's why I drank so much last night. I was hoping it would keep me from doing something like this. You must think I'm a whore."

"No, I don't. I think you got horny and did what comes naturally. This was why you were nervous, wasn't it?"

"Yes. Mike, I've been like a...