_____As you sit down, you try to slip your arm around Donna, but she shrugs you off. "I don't know about this," she says. "I loved you body & soul, it wasn't enough for you before. Why would the next time be any different?"
_____"No one had ever loved me like that before and I didn't know how to respond to that. That level of commitment scared me so I ran back out in the streets. Back to what I was used to." That's what one of those knuckleheads on the Montell Williams Show said yesterday. It worked for him, maybe it would work for you. "All I want is the chance to prove myself."
_____"I don't know," Donna responds, but she does not resist when you reach out to stroke her neck. You transform the light caress into a fierce a neck rub. Your skilled fingers begin breaking through the tension in her tight shoulders. The soft moaning coming from her throat lets you know that she is definitely enjoying your touch.
_____Your pager goes off, breaking the mood. Damn! You were forgot to switch it to vibrate. Who the hell could this be? Before you know what has happened, Donna grabs the pager out of your hands. "Hey, give that back!"
_____Donna holds you off while she scrolls through the messages. Satisfied, she tosses the pager on the coffee table, crosses her arms and looks at you. "You have a very short attention span. I watched the same episode of Montell Williams. The girl dumped his trifling ass in the end. Get your shit and get out of here."
_____Busted! There's no way to talk yourself out of this one. Avoiding eye contact, you pick up the pager and the highway trinkets. You barely step out on the porch when you hear the door slam behind you. Yep, you can cross Donna off that "potential booty" list.
_____Suddenly, your embarrassment turns to anger. Who was it that beeped you and funked up your groove? You scroll through your messages and can't believe the name that flashes back at you. Damn, Sylvia!
_____You think about calling Sylvia back, but the idea vanishes almost as soon as it appears. The last time you were with her, she handcuffed you to the workout bench. Now, you don't have a problem with bondage and the sex that night was slammin', but, after it was over, Sylvia went to the store--without freeing you. What should have been a 10 minute jot around the corner turned into 3 hours of you trying to get free without dislocating your wrist.
_____Well, you have a few options open to you. It's not too late, you can still check out the bar seen or try calling your luscious co-worker again. Then again, maybe you should just call it a night.

Go home.

Go to Lacy's.

Call Carla.