She opened her eyes, the bare shoulders next to her, surprised Dana.  She inhaled sharply, once again not really remembering the events of the night before. 

Michelle stirred and rolled over to face Dana.  “Morning.”

Dana squinted to clear the haze in her vision.  She croaked, “I feel like *****.”

Michelle sat up, her naked torso in full view of Dana.  “You had a good time last night.”

Dana averted her eyes shyly, “Do you always sleepnaked.”

Michelle laughed, “Only when someone undresses me.  Frankly, it’s about time.”

She rubbed her hand over her face, “I-Idon’t”

“I always knew you were a party animal at heart.”  She leaned forward and kissed Dana on the lips, “We should do this more often.”

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

“What did I do?”

“Everything.”   Michelle ran her hand down Dana’s arm.  “Stop being so shy.”  She could feel the athlete shiver under her touch.  “Funny, all this time I thought you just didn’t like me that way.  Tell me.  Do you find me attractive?”

Dana looked down, “Yeah.”

“Good.”  Michelle pushed Dana down on the bed.  Dana squirmed under Michelle’s weight.  “I don’t get why you fight against your desires so much.”

“I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But you want to.”

Dana walked into the apartment.  The nausea hit her like a ton of bricks.  She couldn’t recall eating anything that would make her sick and she hadn’t had anything to drink sincesince the night before.  She sat in front of Alice‘s computer wondering how this machine could help Alice through her problems.   She tried writing out some of what she was feeling and found herself erasing it over and over again.  She grew frustrated realizing that she was never good at writingor talking or simply anything that had to do with words.  She knew she wasn’t eloquent and articulate and would never become so.  She’s attempted several times to improve herself with words and yet her clumsy nature seems to be embedded inside her.  How she stumbles on her feet is the same as how the words stumble out of her lips and out of her mind.  The thought saddened the athlete. 

Arms wrapped around her and blonde hair tickled the back of her neck.  She leaned back, her body pressed into Alice.