Trish

You grab your food and sit beside Trish, ignoring Phoebe's signals. The area is still quite empty so there isn't anyone near you. Trish glares at you as you set your food on the table. "Why are you sitting here eh? Go sit with your lover girl."

"Ok... if you're so sure..." You stand up with your plate in your hand.

Then she snaps, "Fine, sit here."

You smile, knowing that she still wants you. "I'm sorry about last night," you say. "I wasn't thinking straight. Will you forgive me?"

She replies curtly, "Only if you vow never to go back to that bitch or to any other girl."

"Yes Trish."

"Good, say this if you're serious, I, John, hereby pledge myself to Trish, never to sway under any circumstance, and to have Trish as my one and only desire, my whole life. I want to be Trish's sex-****, to fuck her whenever she desires, and to do so to the best of my abilities."

You repeat the pledge before saying, "I want you Trish, I wanna fuck you so bad."

She smiles in delight and kisses you passionately, the both of you groping each other's bodies, her hand moving to encircle your penis while you squeeze and massage her breasts. Then, standing up, the both of you leave the cafeteria for a more private place. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Phoebe fuming, her cheeks red in anger, making obscene hand gestures. Only a thin thread is restraining her from coming and slapping the both of you.