Keep it tame. You just want to make out a little.

You approach, sliding a hand on Sadie's hip. "I don't need much. Just some attention from you."

She nods, closes her eyes and tilts her head up. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know you're in.

You lean closer, kissing her. She returns it immediately, parting her lips and gives you the go ahead to slip her some tongue.

Your hands wander, fondling her new assets under her shirt. You pull it away, leaving them to fall free. You pinch gingerly at her erect nipples, it gets a nice reaction from her kiss-- a gentle moan.

There's little reason to rush things. After all, she knows the truth about the notebook now. It's just a matter of making her bigger.

You get lost in her kisses and the softness of her breasts, but a nagging concern pulls at the back of your thoughts. If she could remember the change in size, you probably can't use the notebook on her without her knowing it.

It might be for the best.

Saidie's phone rings, interrupting the moment. She pulls away, looking at you with regretful longing. "Sorry... I need to take this."

It's Diane. You can see it on the screen.

"Yeah? Oh. Y-yeah... I'm fine. Just you know.... wait. You're what?"

You're left on the sidelines, wondering what the issue could be.

Sadie realizes this and is deliberately specific. "You're taking Terry home with you?"

You resist your urge to fist pump. Go Terry.

"N-no it's fine. You don't sound drunk so... No it's cool. I have a friend I can crash with." She hangs up. "Assuming you don't mind?"

"Not at all." You hesitate. "Err.. not that I expect you to..."

"It's fine. We'll just see where it goes. You're a nice guy at least. I could do worse." Sadie leans forward and kisses you sweetly on the lips. "I'm gonna have to hide the girls though... my team, and more importantly my coach, thinks I'm flat. If he found out I was this busty, he'd kick me off the team.