Roger Finds Out

"Hi, Krissy. Sorry to wake you up. These damn agendas, they always...HOLY GOD!"

Krissy reached for the sheets, trying in vain to cover her nudity. "Roger, I'm so sorry, it wasn't supposed to be like this. The DVD was just so boring and..."

Roger scowled, looking over Scott as if he were an insect or another arthropod. "I...understand Krissy. I get lonely too, sometimes. Just tell this piece of uneaten burned hamburger to get out of your life and all is forgiven."

Scott could only tremble. He reached down for his clothes, but then stopped, and looked at Krissy. He could only tremble.

"No, Roger. I'm sorry. It's not like that. Scott has shown me more and better and hotter attention than you have in a few months, and so it is to him I must cleave."

Scott's heart leapt into his throat. His pulse pounded. He could only tremble.

"I...understand. You love him more, because he isn't a snob like me. You love him more, because he is kinder than me, and he is better at making love to your body. You're...very lucky to have someone so good to you. It's a miracle he hasn't been taken by some other lucky lucky lady. I know when I'm beaten, and I just want to say, Scott, that you're welcome anywhere I am."

Roger turned to go. But then he turned.

"There's just one more thing..."

1. A challenge!
2. An apology!
3. A confession!
4. Sex!

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