There's always tomorrow!

The next day, you feel yourself already on the verge of bursting. You were so pent up from missing a day of sex, you had to rub one out in the bathroom that evening, staring at the various nudes Gemma's sent you before she ambushed you in your car that night in your driveway. It occurred to you that yesterday was the first day since that night that you hadn't slept with Gemma, whether it be in the motel or at her house. Despite the sheer volume of photos saved on your phone, nothing compares to having the real thing every day, and you realize how inadequate your hand is.

By sheer coincidence, your phone starts to buzz. Surely she didn't send you a photo? You quickly grab your phone and see a message from her.

Please don't come over again today.

A strange feeling comes over you. Sex every day for well over two months, and now she's cancelling two days in a row? You send her a response asking her why.

I'm just not feeling well. Don't come over.