Another movie

"I REALLY enjoyed that movie last night," he says, which is a little surprising. It didn't seem like he was really paying that much attention. "Let's watch another one. My choice tonight." I spot Sarah freeze for a second when he mentions our movie last night. She must be dreading having to sit through another. Still, it's just for one more night...

"Why not? Go ahead and pick whatever you want."

I see him searching through my movies, and he comes back with one that I've wanted to watch, but it is notorious for being extremely long and full of slow, dull (if you're not into it) political discussions. "I'm not sure if I'm alert enough for that one..." I say uselessly as he puts the DVD into the player. He must not have heard me. Oh well. I make my way over to the couch and sit down. It doesn't take long until Sarah sits down next to me, although a little bit further away from me than she was last night.

It's still a little too cool to be comfortable, so once again, the blanket gets thrown over the three of you. As soon as I'm sitting down, my head starts to bob. Try as I might to stay awake, the pace and content of the movie is putting me to sleep. I don't even notice when I finally fall asleep. I blearily open my eyes and see that I've missed at least an hour of the movie. Next to me is Mr. Robinson. Sarah is nowhere to be found. "Where is Sarah?" I ask sleepily.

"She got up a while ago. Bathroom or kitchen. I'm not sure," he says shortly. I don't see the light on in the kitchen or hear her in there, in fact, the only sounds being made are from the movie and an odd slurping sound. Must be in the bathroom then. As I fall back asleep, I spot her blouse and jeans on the floor. She must have changed into some pajas. Why would she bring her old clothes back out of the bedroom? I wonder, but not for long before I'm once again asleep. My eyes don't open again, but I drift in and out of sleep, only hearing odd bits and pieces from Sarah, Mr. Robinson, and the movie. 'Come on, go deeper, I know you can.' Mr. Robinson must be cheering on some character to go further in their machinations. A ****, gagging sound as someone in the film is being strangled. 'I can't swallow any more, please,' Mr. Robinson must be offering her too much popcorn. 'Oh come on, this is the fourth time,' whines Sarah. She must be really tired of the movie's political arguments.

I don't even wake up when the movie ends. I'm still so out of it that Mr. Robinson has to basically carry me to bed. We stumble around in the dark until we reach my bed and I collapse on it. "Thanks," I mumble to him, my eyes already closing as I lay down. I'm so out of it, I never even notice Sarah coming back to bed. The next time I see her is in the morning when my alarm wakes me up for work. She is sound asleep in the bed next to me, wearing nothing but a black, lacy pair of bra and panties. Personally, I feel like it was cold last night, but clearly she felt hot enough to take off her pajamas. I make sure the blankets are covering her up as I get ready to leave for work. Mr. Robinson is knocked out on the couch, a self satisfied smile on his face. He must be having a great dream or reliving some awesome memory.

Work is uneventful. I'm alert and productive, and a lot of my coworkers make jokes at my expense, and I laugh along since none of them seem to be mean-spirited. I make up for a lot of the work I couldn't get done the day before and leave work feeling pretty good about myself. I decide to make a stop to pick up some flowers on the way home. Twice in a week is a bit excessive, I know. I also know that Sarah is worth it. When I arrive home, Sarah spots the flowers right away. "Liam, you shouldn't have, flowers aren't cheap and you just got me some the other day," but she says it with a smile and joy in her eyes that tell me that she really likes that I bought them for her.

Today, she is wearing a tight, black turtleneck and a plaid skirt, her curves making the normal outfit border on slutty. "You look really good lately," I say lamely, then quickly try to correct myself. "I mean, you always look good, it's just your outfits are really... good."

She blushes. "Thanks Liam. I've been trying to make myself look better for you. I'm glad you noticed." She hums to herself as she puts the flowers in a vase. "Oh! Mr. Robinson is out. He picked up a shift at the school covering detention. He said he might be back late."

"That's good for him! He needs the money. So, just the two of us for a while then, huh? What should we do?"

"I actually wanted to talk to you about him when he isn't around," she says a bit awkwardly.

I nod. I figured this was coming. "Of course. Let's go to the bedroom and talk." As we walk together in silence, I think about all the things she could want to say, and how I should answer them.