Comfort Ellen.

You take a deep breath, then reach out to touch her shoulder. Ellen flinches and sobs into the pillow, but doesn't push you away. You sit beside her on the bed and stroke her hair and her upper back. Eventually her crying subsides. She breathes more deeply.

"Ellen," you say. "It's OK."

"No it's not," Ellen says through the pillow.

"I don't understand," you say. "I mean I'm a little embarrassed she caught us, but she was the one who stepped over the line with your..." You glance at Ellen's dildo that Amy had borrowed to masturbate. "...with your things, and then coming in and not telling us. She should be the one who feels bad."

She sniffles and turns her head to you. Her bright blue eyes are red-rimmed and puffy. "Amy is so obnoxious sometimes," she says. "She thinks everyone should be like her. Well I'm sorry, I want to be me. And she's been on me the last couple of weeks about, uh, um, anyway the way she just caught me out, it's so embarrassing. It's like she gets to say I told you so."

"About what?" you say. "I don't understand." You wonder if it was Ellen's remark about enjoying Amy's touch, or getting excited watching Amy masturbate. Maybe Ellen had denied being really interested?

Ellen sniffles again. She looks in your eyes and says...