An awkward confrontation.

Jenny and Michael stared at each other from across the room, neither of them able to muster up anything to say. They were frozen, clearly both somewhere that they weren't supposed to be, but it wasn't as though either one of them could call the other on it.

"Uh," Jenny stammered.

"Hah," Michael grunted. His hand was still wrapped around his dick, and it was still hard-- the images of Lily and Cassandra and their imaginary voracious sexuality hadn't yet faded from his head. When confronted with a real, non-pornographic woman, it was suddenly very, very awkward. This somehow felt worse than the time his mom had walked in on him jerking off in his bedroom.

"Hi," Jenny said. "I, uh."

Michael couldn't tell if she knew what he had been doing when she came in. With his hand still in his pants, it was probably a bit obvious if she actually thought about it, but taking his hand out now would look even more suspect.

"Hi," Michael said. "H-how are you?"

It was one of the stupidest fucking things that he had ever said in his life.

Jenny glanced at him, then back at the floor. She looked as though she was looking for something.