Next Morning

You park your car and take the elevator up to the lobby, buying an Americano and sipping it as you wait for the main elevator. You're lost in thought, unobservant of your surroundings, when someone grasps your arm. You turn and find Vanessa her face crumpled in worry and grief.

"Are you angry with me John? I called you last night, but you didn't answer. Please say you're not angry with me." She looks as haggard as a pretty eighteen year old can look, as though she hadn't slept for days.

The elevator comes and you ignore it. Pushing the button for the parking elevator, pulling her into it when it comes.

"You need to get hold of yourself Vanessa. You can't be stalking me."

"I know. I can't help it. I've never felt like this."

The elevator opens at your parking level and you take her to your car, opening the door
and sitting her in the passenger seat before getting in yourself.

"I'll take you home."

"I'm so sorry, John. Last night when Brooke broke in I was so embarrassed and when you left I thought you were rejecting me, and when you didn't pick up I was sure of it. I knew you'd break my heart, I knew it, I just didn't think it would be this soon."

"I didn't make you any promises, Vanessa."

"I know. I'm just crazy about you. I can't think of anything but sex. My pussy is wet all the time." She huddles on the seat, her legs drawn up, her face pressed against her knees.

"I'm not the answer to a maiden's prayers, Vanessa."

"You think I'm a stupid little girl, don't you?"

"I think you're infatuated because you've just discovered fucking."

"Are you going to leave me?" she whimpers brokenly.

"Not this minute. But there will be other men, Vanessa. Better men than I."

"I don't care. I want you. Even sharing you with your wife, I just want you. Yesterday was so incredible, and then so bad when Brooke interrupted. And then you left. And I was heartbroken." Her tears trickle down her cheeks.

You continue to drive as she slumps in silence, staring out the window, her head turned away from me. You pull up in front of her dorm and she turns towards you, reaching for your hands and pulling them against her mouth.

"There's a party tonight. A sorority party. We're supposed to bring an older date, supposedly to prove how sophisticated we are. Will you be my date John? Please? We don't have to stay long, we can go somewhere else afterwards, somewhere you want. Please John?"