When they got home, Stella made dinner and reminded her to have it before going to bed. But Amy was feeling oddly depressed. She couldn't fork more than five bites before retiring to bed. Maybe because her mind had been plagued by Zachery, she dreamt of him too.
It was that night, the last moment with him. He had given her the look she had grown to know all too well, the hungry look. When she looked down at his length, her eyes almost bulged out of her sockets. How did all of that fit inside her? And why did it look like it had grown bigger? She wanted him but with that size.... She was lost in her worries when she heard his next words.
"Amy, I won't use the drugs as an excuse because we both know they're out of our system. But the truth is, I want you, so bad. I really want you Amy, but if you don't want me. That's..... Fine. I won't touch you. I won't do anything against your will."
