11. I must never remove Erik's clothes without his permission

"Eriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik, I'm booooooooooored. Can we play a game?"

Erik sighed.

"How about chess?"

"Bleh. You know I suck at that game. How about Go Fish?" I said. I needed to have something to do or else I would become even more annoying.

"Please. That's an insult to my intelligent. Why don't you read a book?"

"I've already read the ones that l want. All the others are booooooooooring. Like you are right now." As soon as I said this, I saw a flash of anger pass over his face.

"Kidding! Kidding. Jeez, laugh once in awhile will ya?"

He took a deep breath before continuing.

"I don't care what you do right now, as long as you don't bother me."

I was about to complain, but a sudden idea popped into my head.

"Fine. I'm going to get something to drink. I'll get you some wine because you need to relax. You're waay too uptight." Erik just scowled.

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"Hey Erik, I've got your- woops!" I "accidentally" spilled the wine all over his suit.

"Oh hey, let me help you out of that." I started to reach for his suit jacket, but he smacked my hand away.

"I can do it myself. I'm not a child like you. And get me some more wine. But be more careful!" I snickered. My plan was going great so far. Now if he only kept the jacket off…

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I walked into Erik's bedroom, and placing the glass of wine on the bedside, walked to the organ where he was playing his Don Juan Triumphant. I peered into his face, and I could tell he was completely absorbed into his music. Perfect, I thought. I experimentally put a hand in front of his chest, and seeing him not move, started to unbutton his shirt.

I stopped for a bit when I was a bit past halfway down his shirt. Dude my have a messed up face, but man he's got a body! I thought to myself.

I must have made a sigh of contentment because Erik looked down at me, then yelled when he saw that he was nearly undressed.

"What the Hell are you thinking?!?" I started to laugh.

"Erik, you are such a prude! What do you think I'm doing? I'm undressing you, of course." I could tell he went red under his mask.

"You phan-girls are so vulgar. Do you think I would want to go to bed with any of you? I'm old enough to be your father!"

"Didn't stop you from trying to get it on with Christine…" I muttered.

"You're dead!!" He yelled.

As he was strangling me, I grabbed onto his shirt and pulled. The last thing I saw was the hottest six pack ever.

A/N Yay! An update!! I'm so glad that I'm finally getting back to updating things, and I'm sure you are too. It's just that RL's being a real beetch.

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