Thoughts at home

She sat back on her couch, reflecting on recent events. Being Sunday night, she wasn't sure what she would do when she go to work and saw Eric again. She looked around. Even the couch seemed much bigger now he'd shrunk her down to just over 5 ft tall.

She figured she had two choices: appease the impish creature by sleeping with someone or find a more creative way out. She felt a twinge of arousal below her and shame inside her as she thought about Eric. It was true that, as tortuous as recent events have been, it had a silver lining. She now had a shot with the man of her dreams. He'd gone from not knowing her name to sitting next to her in a bar.

She was worried that she might be obsessing with him a little too much, but she knew that if she must sleep with someone, she'd at least want it to be him. She thought back to the date, wondering what had gone so wrong. She wondered if she had done something to put him off.

She was balancing this against her other hand: she could try to outsmart the imp. He hinted at procedures and rules, which did mean there was a chance of getting off on a technicality. Maybe that would work. She strained her memory, trying to remember what specifically he had said at the beginning of all this. He also mentioned something about an appeal? Although, she thought, even the imp seemed scared at that prospect. And he seemed genuine in his care for her lately. Almost sympathetic.

"So what's it going to be?" He asked, playfully, sitting on the back of her couch at head level.

She nearly jumped off her couch. "HOLY HELL STOP DOING THAT!"

Amanda's heart fluttered, partly from the shock of the creature appearing right next to her, but mostly at the exciting prospect of finally losing her virginity to a man who had caught her attention for pretty much her entire working life.

"I think I've decided what I'm going to do." She started talking him through what was on her mind.

As she spoke, the small man made himself comfortable on the corner of the couch next to her.

She explained about her mom and grammy and the promise she'd made to them, along with church. "...And besides, it's not like they'd be mad if they understood what was going on right now, right?"

She looked over at the imp to gauge his reaction, for approval, but he seemed to be asleep.

"Sir? Excuse me?"

"What? It's been a long day and your morality is boring me." He yawned, now awake. "I'm not your psychotherapist. What's your plan? I wanted to be done by now."

She felt conflicted about her decision.