10 March 2013
Paul did "flirtatious" things with both me and Sally the entire night, but the way he did them differed greatly.
With Sally, the touching was playful and boyish, and sent jealous prickles through my heart.
With me...........
A song came on, a love song that he likes. I sat next to him, hiding behind my hair.
Suddenly...
"If you are chilly," he sang softly.
His hand rested on my knee.
"Here, take my sweater."
I froze.
"Your head is aching," he got closer to me. Then, he touched my hair. "I'll make it better."
I ignored him, glad he couldn't see my face.
Sally came in, and he stopped touching me, but kept on singing, his head close to my ear.
"'Cause I love the way you call me baby."
I pressed my lips together.
"And you take me the way I am."
Later, I lay on the ground.
"Here," he said. "I'll massage you."
Before I could protest, his hands were kneading my back and shoulders. This was not the joking shoulder-squeezing he'd been doing to Sally.
I let out a cry of surprise at his aggressiveness.
"Does that feel good?"
"St-stop!" I shrieked.
"But I'm massaging you."
"Paul, I think you're hurting her," Sally said.
"No, she likes it," Paul said, jabbing his fingers into my shoulders. "Right, Em?"
I kept quiet, squirming from his touch.
"Em, want me to braid your hair?" Sally asked.
"No, no, let me!" Paul cried.
I shrieked again as he began playing with my hair.
"You don't know how to do it!" Sally tried to make him stop.
"I wanna try," Paul insisted.
I relaxed as he started braiding my hair.
"You take a strand and then put it in the middle, right?"
The floor was comfortable and I was getting drowsy.
"Don't fall asleep," Paul snapped.
He began tickling me mercilessly. I screamed and squirmed.
"Paul!" Sally scolded.
It grew very quiet. Then,
"CLEAR!"
I screamed my loudest as Paul slammed his hands into my sides, and he burst into laughter.
Then, he grew quiet again.
"Sally..." He whispered. "It's time to operate on the patient."
My eyes flew open.
This couldn't be good.
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