Predictably, Terrance.

He stands in the doorway with the rest of the plates on a brown plastic tray. He lets the door swing shut behind him, the safety hinge slows it so that i closes with a squeal rather than a bang.

"Hey there cutie" he says quietly, putting the tray on top of mine.

"Not here" i respond instantly, already beginning to load the plates he brough.

He folds his arm and puts on a disapointed face "really? why not?"

"It's too public" i close the dishwasher door and click it on. It begins to whir loudly as it works.

Terrance slides up to me, placing a hand on my left thigh and bringing his lips right to my ear.

"You sure? Over the noise of the dishwasher i doubt they'd hear us, and i can be quick." he wraps both arms around my waist and begins to kiss my neck.

I hesitate.

"But if you don't want to then i'm afraid you'll have to wait until tomorrow for our next go."

"Why?" i respond instantly, feeling hurt.

"I have a... prior arrangement with someone else, in the shed. You can come if you want."

"What are you doing?" i ask, but instantly feel stupid. The answer's obvious.

"We'll the details depend on what you want to do, but it all has the same outcome." Terrance responds, his mouth so close to my ear that i can feel his breath going down his ear canal.

I bite my lip. I've never been very good at decisions.