Chapter 20
by 
dndw
Is it over, then?
No, that's enough
He's good, sure. But not good enough to distract you from your goal. Almost, but not quite. "I don't think so, Sam. Put your shirt back on." He hesitates for a moment, considering something, but then does as you told him and sits back down. "Fine," he says, clearly a little annoyed, "but don't think I don't notice how red your face is, and how fidgety you've gotten. We'll get back to this once Mandy is out of the picture, yes?" You just smirk at him, unable to tell him no. Unsure whether you'd even want to.
"Ok," you say, "Mandy first. Here's what we're going to do..."
What's next?
