keep fucking with her

I stopped time and went to my dad's office and got a sheet of paper from the printer. I restarted time and quickly wrote out "I need anal!" in large letters with a black marker. I then hurried to the door. I looked through the peephole. Cora was knocking on the door with one hand and holding down her shirt with the other. I opened the door a bit then stopped time. I opened the door all the way. I took Cora's hands and put them up then put the paper in her hands and closed her fingers on it. I closed the door nearly all the way again, put the watch far enough in my pocket so that only the plunger stood out, and restarted time.

I swung the door open quickly.

Cora looked at the paper she found herself holding and turn it around.

"You need anal?" I asked, faking shock. "Damn, you really...."

Cora pushed past me as she crumpled up the paper. "Just let me in!"

I closed the door and turned around. "Do you really want me to fuck you up the ass?"

"Oh god no!" she said. She dropped the ball of paper and pulled her shirt down. "Just help me."

"Help you?" I asked, still faking confusion. "You show up her half naked and saying you need anal, and...."

"That was NOT my paper!" she said.

"Then whose was it?"

"I don't KNOW!" she screamed. She was beet red, and I had to really control myself to keep from laughing. "I'm locked out, and for some reason, I don't have my shorts! Can you give me something to wear?"

"So why were you leaving your house half naked?" I asked.

"It was a mistake!" said Cora. She was growing angry. "I THOUGHT I was fully dressed for my run. Now PLEASE get me something to wear!"

"Find, whatever," I said. I went to a bathroom and brought her a large bath towel. She wrapped it around her waist.

"So again, what was with that sign about anal?" I asked.

"Fuck!" said Cora, rolling her eyes. "It was NOT my sign! I don't know WHERE it came from!"

"So it jumped up into your hands?" I asked. "Are you sure you just wanted anal and changed your mind?"

"If I wanted sex," said Cora, "I would NOT want it with YOU!"

"Your actions speak differently," I said.

"Can I just use a phone to call a locksmith?" she said, sitting down on the couch.

"OK," I said. I went to get the phone and stopped time. I went back into the living room. I spread Cora's legs, pulled the towel open and put her hands behind her head. I went back just out of her vision and restarted time.

"Oh come on!" I said seeing her open legs just before she clamped them shut.

"I'm NOT doing this!" she yelled, pulling the towel back over her.

"Then WHO IS?" I asked.

"PLEASE!" She begged. "Just give me the phone, and can you use your cell phone to find me a locksmith?"

"OK, but you really need professional help," I said. I handed her the house phone and used my phone to look up a locksmith and gave her the number. She called.

"They'll be here in thirty minutes," she said angrily.