Unfortunately, yes

"So did you enjoy the magic trick?" said Dylan, smirking.

"It was kinda boring..." you say, yawning a little bit. Wow, you did feel a little bit sleepy. You don't really remember what just happened, but you feel a little bit annoyed that Dylan tried to show you something like that.

"Oh...that sucks... by the way, your name is Tiffany, right? Did Jimmy or John say when they'd be coming back?" he said.

"Um..." you say, not sure how to answer. You want him to leave soon, but you can't say that you, yourself, would be coming back...unless you passed the 48-hour mark.

"I don't know, but he said he'd be gone for at least 3 hours or so," you say, aiming for a high number. For some reason, Dylan finds that funny and smiles.

"Ah, okay. So you didn't like the magic trick?" he says, still smiling as if he knows something. That makes you even more annoyed.

"No, I didn't really see what happened," you grumble. Suddenly, you notice how muscular and...hot Dylan seems to be. Part of you really wants to just...

Wait, hold on. Where did that thought come from You shake your head viciously.

"So," Dylan says, looking away from you. "What do you want to do now?"

You hear your stomach grumble. "Uh..." you say. "I'm a bit hungry right now."

He turns away from you. "Sure, why don't you go to the kitchen and grab something? I'm kinda hungry too, but I don't really want to be the one to poke around."

"Wow, what a great gentleman," you think sarcastically, but you run along, grabbing some sandwiches and some water, and return. Dylan is still turned away from you, so you call out his name and offer him a sandwich.

Suddenly, he stands up and he turns toward you. "I have a better idea. I'll take the sandwiches, but I've got something better than a sandwich that you might want to try."

"Oh, what's that?" you say, curious.

Dylan smiles, and you watch, a feeling of dread suddenly arriving, as he unzips his jeans and fishes out his semi-hard member. You open your mouth to protest instantly, but...