Nancy lay back on her bed, remembering the events of that afternoon. She still couldn't believe what she had done in the locker room in front of all the other girls. And now, Patty was totally pissed at her, too. But what choice had she had? If she hadn't done what she did, who knows what could have happened? She could have...
"So, enjoying the memory?"
Startled by the voice in her room, Nancy sat straight up. Standing just inside the closed door, she saw Patty standing there with her arms crossed. "What the hell? How'd you get in here?"
Patty smiled at her, running her finger across her bra-line through her t-shirt. "Let's just say I've got a new friend that can get me anything I want."
Her face turned suddenly serious. "And right now, what I want is to talk to you about what happened today."
Nancy looked down at her feet. "Yeah," she said softly. "About that. I'm really sorry..."
"Oh, sorry isn't gonna cut it," Patty said. "Not after what you did to me. You used me, Nancy. You used me like...like...like a dildo."
"You were a dildo, Patty!" Nancy shot back. "And Lisa was a blow-up doll. And Kelly was a pocket pussy. What was I supposed to do? Wait around until it was my turn and I turned into a condom or something?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what you should have done," Patty shot back. "My god! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that all was for me?"
"FOR YOU?!" Nancy shouted. "Hey! How about me? Do you really think I enjoyed masterbating for an audience. 'Cause believe me, I didn't. Hell, the way I see it, you should be thanking me."
"Thanking you?"
"Yeah," Nancy said, suddenly feeling like she had the high ground. "After all, if it wasn't for me, you'd probably still be stuck as a vibrator."
Patty looked at her with a dark look in her eyes. "You know," she said slowly, "you're right, Nancy. I should thank you. And I know just how to do it. I wish..."
