You follow them on their "date"!!!!

You watch from the bar anxious to see what transpires. You've managed to find a pole that blocks the view from the room where Morgan and Bill are sitting in the restaurant. The bartender asks what you want, and you are almost oblivious. He looks at you weird as you are staring over at the table through the open area intently. "You know them?" He asks.

Coming out of an almost trance like state, you realize you need to order something. "No, I thought I did," you smile to yourself on the inside for that pun that the bartender won't understand. "Get me a Budlight." You tell him, and show him an ID.

The bartender comes back with a beer, you feign attention to the TV, a baseball game is on. The bartender laughs, "Either way, that girl is hot! Lucky guy!" He looks in your ear and sees the hearing piece that is attached to the receiver. "What's that?"

"I....I like to listen to the radio broadcast of the game," you tell him a good lie. He nods, then tells you "so does he". He walks away.

"FUCK YOU," you tell him, but only in your mind. Pissed over the comment about Morgan. The truth is, anyone would be lucky to have Morgan. And you all but gave her to this asshole for the night. You hope Bill wasn't truly "a lucky guy" tonight. When you see the bartender talking to another patron, you go back to your viewing.

Morgan and Bill's food has come. Morgan got a salad, and Bill got a big steak. They seem to have talked very little. To be honest, it was a rather boring conversation to start. They just spoke about how weird it was that you left. Bill then smiled as he spoke, the receiver picking it up clearly over the ambient noise of the other patrons, waitstaff and music. "Got you all to myself now, don't I?"

Morgan shook her head and bit into some lettuce. "I'm going home right after this, so don't get any ideas!" She wiped her mouth with the napkin, and stood up. "I need to go to the bathroom". She walked away from the table. Bill watched her as her skirt swayed and her black high-heels clicked on the floor. She was dressed rather provocative for a night that was supposed to be dinner only with friends. You hoped it was for you, and not Bill.

You watch as she goes into the bathroom. You can hear everything she is doing, even more clearly now from the echo of the bathroom. Just then, your phone rings in your pants. You fish it out quickly to see who is calling. IT'S MORGAN! Thinking quickly, you rush outside, hoping Bill doesn't see you.

You reach the corner of the restaurant away from their table and answer the phone. "What's up babe?"

"You're such and asshole!" You hear over the phone AND the receiver. The feedback is causing static and a loud echo. "What's that?" She asks. Shit, you think, you're too new at this.

You turn off the receiver and speak into the phone. "Must be my phone, it's acting up!"

"Where are you? It sounds like you're outside?" She questions with a hint of suspicion. You inform her that you are out on the deck smoking, and you're going to sleep soon. "You're such an ass for leaving me here! What the fuck?" She mutters. You explain that you had to, and that you weren't feeling well. She continues, "I understand, but you left me with BILL! He's an asshole!"

You laugh, "He's not that bad of a guy. What are you worried about?"

She begins to stutter, "Nothing....I just...I...he's"

You cut her off, "He's not gonna come on to YOU Morgan, you're not his type. He only dates sluts!" You want that to be in her head. Then you counter, "Isn't Hilary gonna meet you out soon anyway?"

"Yeah," Morgan sighs, "she's gonna come for a drink in a half hour. I guess it should be fine!"

"I'll be here when you get home!" You tell her.

"You better!" She answers, and you both hang up. You turn back on the receiver almost immediately. The sound is actually clearer and louder than the cellphone reception. You can hear her speaking, "FUCK YOU I'M NOT HIS TYPE!" She says with anger in her voice, "if only you knew!" You are stunned by the statement. You hear a noise that sounds like running water, and realize she must be peeing. You can actually hear her wipe herself. You here her heels click. She must be getting up. She continues her angry tirade at you, "And I'm NOT a slut!" You hear more heel clicks, and then the running of a faucet. Morgan's voice can be heard again, "Hey, what's up?" She must be on the phone. "Yeah, we are here. It's just me and Bill though!" Silence for a few seconds. "I know, Melonie bailed then my own boyfriend leaves!" More silence. "I don't know if you have a chance with Bill, but it wouldn't hurt to try, Melonie ditched out! Hurry up and get here!" You here silence, then a door opening, she is heading out of the bathroom. You wait several seconds, until you here her say "I'm back!"

You go back inside the restaurant and sit at the same seat at the bar. The bartender comes over, and you order another beer. You are content with how this is playing out so far. It seems as if Morgan is uncomfortable. Otherwise, why would she call you, and why would she call Hilary. You're mind travels again, and you wonder if it is because she is getting what she wanted in being alone with Bill, but she is nervous. You hope to god that's not true.

Their conversation is very mundane as they eat. Bill actually is being rather nice. He asks her about work, which Morgan loves to talk about. She goes on and on. Bill orders another bottle of wine, and fills Morgan's glass. She's had several drinks but doesn't seem to notice, plus a shot. "I hear you got a new job!"

Bill nods, "It's nothing really, but I finally got some work. Maybe I'll be able to move out of my parents house!" This actually made Morgan laugh. "I know that makes me look like a loser!" He adds.

Morgan waves her hand at him, "It's fine! You're saving money, no bills and such!"

Bill agrees. "Plus, it hasn't stopped me from bringing the ladies back to my place!" He says with a bullshit smile.

This causes Morgan to look down at her plate. "How do you do that?"

You watch as his eyes go lower. "I'll show you personally later!" You get so infuriated that you want to stand up, but then this game would be over.

She rejects the advance. "I don't think so mister! Stop being an asshole, I'm with your friend!"

"You shouldn't be," he tells her, "you should be with me." Bill then goes into a ten minute speech about how he is in love with Morgan, and how beautiful she is. He tells her she needs a real man. A strong confident man like him, and not a pussy like you. You can't believe he is saying these things. He tries to explain that he'd give up the whores for her and settle down. When he finished, Morgan was silent. You wait with baited breathe for her response.

"You're such an asshole!" She says, and drinks the wine. "Can we talk about something else!"

"Sure, lets see what we have in common" he changes the subject, "Do you watch the Jersey Shore?"

Morgan loves that show, you see her eyes lit up. She does love the show. It's so stupid she says, and they both laugh at how dumb the people are, but how you can't NOT watch it. Suddenly, an old lady comes up. "You two are the cutest couple!"

Your girlfriend interjects, "We're not..."

She is cut off by Bill, "Thanks," is all he says and the lady leaves. When they are alone again. Bill smiles widely, "see what I'm saying." Moments, later Hilary finally arrives. Bill orders another round of shots, and now Vodka tonics for the girls. Morgan tries to refuse but she can't, she promised to help Hilary. It's Hilary who suggests going back to the same bar they did before. Again, Morgan tries to reject the offer, but Bill and Hilary insist. Just for a few hours, they tell her. She fishes out her cellphone, and your own cellphone rings in your pocket. It's a text from Morgan. You don't even respond, hoping she thinks you're asleep.

The waiter comes to settle the bill. "Separate checks?" You watch your girlfriend root around in her purse for her wallet.

The asshole Bill waves her off. "I got it all. After all, it's our first date!"

Hilary turns to Morgan with a confused look. She tells Hilary, "He's kidding, he....since....SHUT UP BILL!" They all laugh and leave.

You are happy when Morgan gets in Hilary's car, and Bill his own. They drive off, and you settle the account for your own tab. You've had seven drinks, and didn't even realize it. You quickly jump into your car and follow several cars behind them. When you arrive, you wait across in another parking lot. Bill is in line by himself, while Morgan and Hilary are in Hilary's car. You can see them from across the parking lot. They didn't even notice your vehicle. You can see both of them adjusting make-up. Again, why did Morgan care to look good. You chalk it up to "that's her personality". You hoped. All they talked about on the way there was how Morgan was going to help Hilary "get" Bill. She told Hilary to be a little more slutty. This caused a huge laugh. Not from you.

When they finally got out of the car, they walked up to Bill. You can still hear pretty clearly, but there is a LOT of feedback and background noise from other people. "I told you," Morgan grabbed Bill's hand, "I know the bartender here!" She pulls him to the front of the line. As Morgan is talking to the bouncer and flirting a little, you notice she is still holding Bill's hand. You could swear that Hilary seemed to notice this too. The three of them got in. How would yo get in?"

The music at the bar is loud. The receiver is clear but there is too much noise, you can only make out every few words. You decide to put the receiver in your pocket. You need to get inside. You walk up to the bouncer, and explain you're with Morgan. He gives you a quizzical look, but then seems to remember you. He pulls the rope aside and lets you in. Thank god!

The bar is even more crowded than before. Morgan, Hilary and Bill are all across the bar, and taking shots. AGAIN! You position yourself behind a pole, never thinking about how weird you must look. You try the receiver again, but can't hear a word. Bill is telling jokes and alternatively whispering in Hilary then Morgan's ear. The girls laugh. A song comes on, and the three of them go on the dance floor. It's not like the last time, and Morgan stays rather clear of Bill. He seems to notice and gets closer to Hilary. After that, it's back to the bar for more Vodka tonics for the girls, a Jack and Coke for Bill, and shots for the three of them. You can see Morgan getting drunk. She seems uneasy as Bill is chatting with Hilary. Every few minutes, she pushes her way into their conversation. At one point, she taps Bill on the shoulder and makes a gesture to her mouth about a cigarette. Hilary gets up to go with them, but Morgan whispers in her ear. Hilary seems to understand and remains at the bar.

You follow them as close as you can without being seen. Morgan is again holding his hand as she makes her way through the crowd. Outside, it appears there are fewer people around. You decide to try the receiver. Success! You can hear them.

"Jealous?" Bill asks Morgan as he lit a cigarette. After a pull, Morgan forcefully grabs the cigarette and takes a drag, leaving her lipstick on the cigarette again.

"No I'm not," she says angrily. "But you have to make a choice! Melonie or Hilary, don't hurt them both."

Bill grabs her and pulls her towards him. "I've already made my choice!"

Morgan takes another haul of the cigarette and weasels her way out of his grasp. "I don't think so BUB!" She hands him the cigarette and leaves him by himself. You are happy how she is reacting now. She goes back to talk with Hilary. The pair gets another round of shots, and when Bill returns, Morgan hands him the shot. He forces her to do one of those locked arm shots. Hilary shakes her head as she looks on. Things take a turn for the worst now. You watch as Bill's attention is targeted solely at Morgan. He is constantly getting in close and talking in her ear. She laughs almost always at his words. A "Lady Gaga" song comes on and Morgan pulls Bill by the hand to the dance floor. She motions for Hilary to join. The three of them dance again. Bill trying to get close to Morgan.

You watch from afar, as some patrons look at you weird. The night goes on, with Morgan pulling Bill around for shots, drinks, dancing, and cigarettes. At one point, Hilary stops following them. She seems angry. Morgan takes notice, and makes the cigarette gesture to Hilary. She leans over to Bill and tells him something. Bill nods and turns to the bartender.

You follow Morgan and Hilary out to the smoking deck. Turning on the receiver, you can hear the entire conversation. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted help with Bill? You need to talk to him."

Hilary shot her an angry glance. "It seems someone is already doing that enough." You are shocked, that Hilary sees exactly what you do. Maybe you weren't crazy?

This causes your girlfriend to get pissed. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It seems Bill has a thing for you," Hilary smiles and shakes her head, "And I'm not sure you don't feel the same!"

"FUCK YOU BITCH!" Morgan says. Hilary storms off. Morgan stays out there and again uses her phone. Your pants vibrate, but you refuse to check the message. You follow her back to the bar, and position yourself at a good distance. There are enough people that you are sure they haven't seen you.

Hilary is now all over Bill. She's drunk, but she seems to be doing this on-purpose. She takes Bill to the dance-floor and grinds with him. Morgan just stays at the bar sipping her drink, acting as if nothing is wrong. Several men hit on her, but she flirts only and brushes them off kindly. You notice, that dressed in the skirt and tight top, and heels, she is the hottest girl here.

After several minutes, Hilary and Bill move off the dance-floor to the backroom where you saw Bill and Morgan several nights before. They are sitting down next to each other on a small loveseat like couch in the back. Morgan finally finds them and stands with them. You watch them all chat, Morgan seemingly out of the conversation. She watches the dance-floor and sips her umpteenth drink. She must be drunk.

Bill stands up to offer Morgan a seat. She shakes her head, no, and sips her drink. He sits back down. The three continue to talk, and you wish you could hear. Morgan seems to be having trouble hearing as well, she needs to lean in each time. Finally, Bill grabs her by the waist and pulls her onto his lap. IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN! RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER FRIEND!

With his arms around her waist, he talks to the girls. Morgan seems to take little notice at what just happened. Should you stop them now? You paid so much for the home-camera system though? You needed to find out what would happen. Hilary, on the other hand, seems pissed. She's again out of the conversation. Bill is constantly talking in Morgan's ear and pointing to the dance-floor making her laugh. Hilary stands up and walks away. A confused Morgan gets up and follows. She is too far behind though. Morgan makes the mistake of checking the smoking section first, then the bathroom. You, yourself, from your vantage point, saw Hilary leave the bar.

You watch your girlfriend move back to the back of the bar, maneuvering through the masses. Bill is sitting on the couch splayed out, so that there is no room. He points to his crotch. She shakes her head. You breathe a sigh of relief. You watch as she reaches into her purse. She checks her phone. No doubt, a text from Hilary. She might be as pissed as you are right now. Morgan has a dumbfounded look on her face. She shows Bill the phone and moves in close. She is bent slightly over in an awkward position. This gives Bill the chance he needed. He grabs her arm and pulls her down on him. Her face almost hits his, but she turns away just before he can kiss her. She adjusts her position until she is actually on his lap again. He has his arms around her waist. She is facing the dance-floor now and sipping her drink, shaking her head.

They go back to the way as before when Hilary was there, except now Morgan's legs are crossed and draped over his as he lies back on the seat. He constantly whispers in her ear. You want to punch him. At one point, he uses his left hand to cup her chin and turn her head. She rejects the advance for the second time. She is visibly uncomfortable now. You question in your mind over and over, why she just doesn't get up. You wonder why she would allow herself to be alone with this drunken asshole loser. Then you realize that you helped put her in this position. You caused this, and your punishment follows.

Bill twists her head by the chin again. Morgan's eyes never leave the dance-floor, but it happens and your heart sinks. He kisses her on the lips. Her head is in at a strange angle, and he really just kisses the side of her mouth. But you watch in absolute horror as her lips open, and their tongues touch. She continues to look away, as if to say she isn't interested, but she still kissed him back. It is less than a minute, but its a kiss. Their first real kiss. Third times the charm.

You want to go over there, but something stops you. You know Bill is bigger and stronger, and you're not sure how Morgan will take all this. You stay put in hopes that she smacks him. But she doesn't. They remain in the same position for several minutes, not talking. Morgan nervously watching people dance. Finally, Bill whispers something in her ear and they get up.

You follow them out to the smoking section. Turning on the receiver, you pick up the conversation. "So what now? Where do we go?" Bill asks.

Morgan grabs the cigarette, "You take me HOME! This has gone a little too far!"

Bill insists they stay or go somewhere else, but she refuses. She is persistent, and he finally agrees to take her home. You follow them out, it is now awkward between them. They go to Bill's car, and he tries to kiss her again. She backs away and enters the car. You go to your own car and keep the receiver on. They say very little on the way home. They talk only about the music. Finally, they arrive at Morgan's, but she insists he take her to your house. You could barely follow them to her house. Luckily, you were right on the off-ramp and speed to get home. You arrive home several minutes before, still listening to the small talk. you rush upstairs and turn off all the lights. As they pull up, you start your computer. Would he come in with her? Would he dare?

He tells her he is too drunk and needs a coffee to sober up. Sighing she invites him in. You hear the door open as your system comes on. Morgan flicks on the light and you can see her clearly in the hallway. The system works perfectly, and the bugs provided the sound. She goes tells Bill to go downstairs to the den, and walks up the stairs.

You close the top of the laptop, not turning it off, and then pretend to sleep. You hear her open the bedroom door, and then close it. You turn on the computer in time to see her in the kitchen making coffee. When she finishes she walks downstairs with two cups. You turn on the cameras in the basement. Bill is standing by the pool table waiting. She hands him a cup.

"Wanna play?" He asks.

She shakes her head and huffs. "Fine."