Please Please Please

I didn't start feeling guilty until after we made love and Rob held me from behind. There was something about the way he was trying to get me to play itsy-bitsy spider with him that made me feel awful. He was acting so sweet, yet the whole time we were making love I couldn't stop thinking about Darren. I had no business having sex with Rob, I thought. And later, as he fed me lumpy spoonfuls of oatmeal with his dopey love-struck smile and little bitty head, I swore to myself--swore--romantic side or no romantic side, I would not have sex with him ever again. Period. A handjob is one thing, but it was simply not my style to sleep with two men.