Ha! I think. I know she doesn't, else why would she be so adamant about what I'm allowed to do around this other woman?
"I don't know," I tell her uncertainly. It isn't that I'm averse to the thought of fucking this beautiful golden blonde-haired woman, just that I really don't want to hurt Stephanie, who has done nothing but care for me.
Mary isn't about to give up, though. "You know she loves you, right?" The words delivered so matter-of-factly seem to come out of nowhere.
Of course, I suspect that she might care for me more than just a little, but the 'L' word is a bit strong. Isn't it? Thinking back to when she'd taken care of me, after I'd been so exhausted from Vage, and everything else since then, I can see how what Mary says might be true. Then I remember Stephanie actually saying the words to me, and almost saying them once before.
"How do you know this?" I ask. "Did she tell you?"
