Mysterious Mirror Movement

“I’ve never actually peeked at you.” You tell Melody as she glares down at you. A strange look comes across her face. You cannot tell if it is in anger or disappointment though.

“Oh. So then I should let you up then, right?” She says as she loosens her grip.

“But I have peeked at your reflection while you were changing a few times.” You add, which causes her to retighten her grip.

“How have you stared at my reflection, when the mirror is on my side of the room?” She asks you, forgetting one small little fact.

“The big mirror is on your side of the room, but I have a mirror too Melody. You remember the little mirror your mom gave me for Christmas freshman year? It’s on my desk. The funny thing is, I originally had it turned it so it faced out towards the window to pick up the light from the street lamp. But one day, it was turned in towards the center of the room.” You tell her.

“So someone turned it so it faces my closet so you can check me out when I’m naked?” She feigns shock.

“Yeah. At first, I thought some one just bumped it, but after three or four times, I realized that someone was doing it on purpose. There have only been five people in this apartment since it started happening. Scott and Dirk are too stoned to be creative enough to think of that. Neither Keith nor Gia would want me checking you out, so that leaves Alicia. I figured it had to be her because she wanted to catch me peeking at you to prove how much of a prick I am.” You hold your head high as you marvel in your deductive reasoning skills, but Melody quickly brings you back down to earth.

“So you think Alicia, the most die-hard feminist on campus was turning your mirror, so that you, the guy she hates more than anything else in this world, even more than child labor, could check my body out?” She laughs as she watches your ego deflate a bit.

“Well, then who was it? It wasn’t me and the only other person who comes in here is you.” You say completely dumbfounded. Melody just looks down at you with a smile on her face. Her grin hits you like a ton of bricks.

“You turned my mirror?” You ask in shock.

“Mmm hmm!” She replies.

“But why would you want me to watch you while you were changing?” You ask as your heart begins to race.

“Why do you think?” She smirks as your head starts spinning at what you have learned. In your state of confusion, you do not notice the girl on top of you slowly lowering herself down onto your chest. Her fingers on your cheek quickly refocuses you.