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"Sweetheart, if he says it will help more, you should do anything he asks. Think about how awkward it must be for him as well. If it is better for him, you should be doing it."

She seems unsure. "Yeah, but..."

"No buts Abby. It's important to me that you do it." I rarely put my foot down when it comes to her, I rarely have to, but when I do, she listens. Abby is a naturally amenable person, especially when it comes to me.

"If that's what you want, then I'll do it," she still isn't totally on board, which is surprising. Still, she agreed to do what you want in the end, so I drop the issue. Both of us cheer cheer up pretty quickly after that. It'll take more than a little disagreement to dampen our spirits. We happily unpack and get our new room set up. Luckily, we don't have a lot of possessions, so it goes by quickly. Before we know it, it's dinner time and George is arriving home. He had told us earlier that he would be bringing some pizza to celebrate for dinner, which is good since neither Abby or I are feeling up to cook.

George walks in with a stack of pizza boxes. "Hey roomates! How was the move?"

"It has been pretty smooth, actually, thank to your movers," I tell him.

"They were a huge help," Abby adds. She seems a little awkward around him now, but she tries not to show it.

"Good! Then they were worth the money," he replies, putting the boxes on the table. I'm sure he is awkward, too. I have no clue what happened between him and Abby, but I do know it must have been equally as uncomfortable and awkard for him to get so close to her as well. He is just doing a much better job at playing it off.

The three of us sit around the table, reminiscing about old times and eating our fill of good pizza. After a long, hard day and a big meal, I can already feel my eyelids dropping. "I think that's it for me," I announce to George and look over at Abigail.

As she goes to stand up, George puts a hand on her arm. "Actually, I need her again tonight before bed." I was really looking forward to cuddling her to sleep in our new room. After the speech, I gave her, I can't really tell her to turn him down now, can I?

Abigail looks at me, waiting to see what she should do. "Go ahead, take your time. I'm so tired I'll be asleep pretty quick anyway." She just nods her head. Even as I'm getting my clothes and walking to the guest shower, since our bedroom doesn't have the attached bath, he is taking her into his room.

I make a detour past his bedroom door. I can hear some muffled noises, and my curiousity gets the better of me, so I stop to listen. I hear George's voice, "If you're worried about it getting dirty, just take it off." You can hear the soft thump of something being thrown on the ground.

"But what about-" Abby's voice is cut off midsentence.

"Take that off too." A pause, then another soft thump. "Good. Now start with your hands, just like how I taught you earlier," he says.

Another pause while the treatment apparently begins. "Like this?" Abby's soft voice asks.

"Mmmm, yes. You're such a quick learner." They continue for a few minutes before George speaks again. "Now it's time for your mouth. What you need to do..." as he is about to get into specifics, I feel a wave of guilt come over me. I shouldn't be doing this, invading his privacy just to satisfy my own curiosity. I scamper away, and get into the shower before I can change my mind. I take my time in the shower, thinking about what they could be doing.

I get out of the shower, dry off, and change into my pajamas. Even though it's the opposite direction, just for a second. I could hear a bunch of wet, slurping sounds coming from his room. No wonder Abby got her other shirt so messy! Then I hear George say, "Come on, keep it up. It feels so good." I feel so proud that my girl is doing such a good job and I head to my room happy and satisfied. I leave the door cracked for her and fall asleep waiting for her to come back. I wake up one time during the night, spotting her walking to the shower with her bra in her hand and some sort of mess all over her chest and face. It must be some kind of massage oil or other kind of cream, and it matches up with what I heard earlier. I fall back asleep before she joins me in bed.