George was still lying on his back as he looked at Becky. He couldn't believe how lucky he was having her for a girlfriend. She knew all his weaknesses and he knew hers. It felt every time they did it was better than the time before it.
George noticed though Becky was looking up, which often meant a sign she was thinking deeply.
"What's wrong Becky?" George asked concerned.
"Nothing, I mean....don't you ever get tired of it?" Becky asked George all of a sudden.
"What do you mean?" George asked serious. He didn't hope it was his performance that made the question pop up.
"I mean having sex with me? I mean doing the same thing every time, doesn't it bore you out?" Becky asked George.
George looked at Becky. He knew she was suffering from performance anxiety; she looked like this cheerful friendly girl, but on the inside she was struggling with being herself.
"Becky, I love you. Doing it with you is one of the best things of my life. It could never bore me." George put his hand on her cheek as he stroke her hair.
"Thanks. I need that." Becky said appreciating it. She then stood up, putting on a pair of panties and a long shirt with some shorts. The ring George found was lying on the night table. Becky found herself grabbing it with her. "I'll go outside for a while. Why don't you go to sleep?"
"All right, don't stay up too long." George said turning himself around to go to sleep.
"I won't, just make sure you don't snore when I come back." Becky told George as she walked out of the bedroom. Becky then walked outside; a light breeze making her shiver. Becky couldn't help but look up to the stars. They were shining all so brightly, Becky couldn't help but let out a big sigh. She was still unsure about the sex with George. They always did the same, but Becky had the feeling George wanted something else. But what? Their sex was so vanilla. What was she supposed to do?
At that moment Becky heard something from the bushes near the car. Becky saw it was a woman stumbling through the woods coming closer to the house. The woman was not exactly calm, no instead she was
(A/N Some options that exist in the original are)
aroused; with rosy cheeks and her hands touching her body frantically.
scared; with a pale face and her eyes looking for a place to hide.
angry; with red cheeks and her voice cursing out loud.
confused; her eyes staring in the distance and her mouth mumbling something.
Another state.
