After cleaning up and snacking a little, I realized I still had so many questions. As I waited for Angela to arrive, I pulled out a pen and paper (yeah, yeah, I'm old school when I brainstorm) and started jotting down notes. From my time with Jade I had learned that I needed to command someone to be honest with me, otherwise they could lie to me. Hopefully the new greeting fixed that. I knew I shouldn't do conditional commands - “If you want to leave, then go” would have given Jade the chance to walk out the door before I wanted her to. I knew I could make her forget certain events or time periods. I knew I could in a roundabout way affect her mood – I made Jade kiss me like a lover, even though she was 100% lesbian.
So what did I plan to do with Angela? Did I just want to get my rocks off before bed? Did I want to experiment some more? Did I want to try to get her to want me?
I hadn't even made a decision on that when I heard a knock on my door. Angela had arrived. Opening the door, I felt a flash of disappointment – she wasn't as pretty as her picture. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt, her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, she had no make-up and she was wearing glasses. But then I realized it was late at night, I had told her to come quickly, and dating profiles usually picture us at our best. I was viewing Angela in the raw – the untouched-up version, the morning-after version. And by that standard, she was beautiful indeed. I still couldn't make out her body shape, except that she wasn't thin – her ass filled out her jeans and her thighs stretched the fabric a little. She didn't seem overweight, just – curvy. All of this took me only a few seconds to take in, and I quickly smiled and invited her in.
We made introductions and chit-chatted as I showed her to the couch. She seemed relaxed but unhappy. Once we were seated, she asked, “Why am I here?”
“I thought we could get to know each other,” I said. Still unsure if I was lying or not.
“But at 10 o'clock at night at your place, instead of, like, a date?”
“Sure,” I said. “For now. Is that OK with you?”
“Not really,” she answered. “It feels a little...off. I'm not sure how else to explain it.” Hmm. I guessed the command to not worry and to trust me was keeping her from freaking out, but that didn't make any of this feel normal. She sat at the far end of the couch, legs together and arms crossed in front of her body. She wasn't on guard, but she wasn't relaxed, either.
Well, decision time.
