***This one is for Ana who has requested that I write about something funny.***

Chapter Twenty

(Warren is hanging up the phone as he hears voices at the door.)

Justine: Wendy, it's Justine. She must be out. Luckily I still have my key. (Warren looks at the wine and candlelight he has set up in the living room for himself and Wendy. He has no other choice but to hide in the closet when Justine and Chase come in.)

Chase: In we go!

Justine: That's better. (They stare at the intimate setting) Well, well, well.

Chase: Mmmmm. Looks like somebody's expecting company.

Justine: Doesn't it though! Ha! No wonder she wanted me to move out - Wendy's got a new boyfriend.

Chase: You make it sound like it's against the law.

Justine: Wendy can have all the boyfriends she wants. I just wanna know why I was kicked out and forced to live in a hotel. Unless... this one's a secret.

Chase: Secret? Why would her date be a secret? (Warren looks worried in the closet) Ohhh don't go hatching any rumors in that brain of yours just cuz the girl wants some privacy. Remember two is company and three is a pain in the -.

Justine: He might be married - that's why. Can you think of any candidates?

Chase: Mmmm no. I can't.

Justine: (Walks into the living room) Hmmm. She must have been seeing him when I was here. So, how did she keep this a secret from me?

Chase: (Standing over the candle) A burning question. Come on. Do you think we could start with this? I am tired and I wanna get out of here.

Justine: Come on, you must be a little curious.

Chase: On the contrary, I couldn't care less. I am too tired to care. Where do we start - in this closet here? (he walks toward the closet where Warren is hidden while Justine picks up the bottle of wine and starts to sniff it. Chase goes back to Justine) Hey! Justine, your clothes... remember? The reason we came here.

Justine: Hold your horses. I'll get to it. (she examines the bottle of wine)

Chase: When?

Justine: As soon as I figure this out. You know it might be somebody at the studio.

Chase: Look, I offered to help you lug clothes; I didn't offer to help you speculate on my friend's personal life. If you don't need me anymore just tell me and I am out of here.

Justine: Alright. I am ready. (Justine sets the wine bottle down)

Chase: From the looks of things she just ran down to the store. (Chase blows out the candle) And she'll be back any minute.

Justine: And you don't wanna be here when she gets back? I don't either... but you may as well make yourself comfortable because I have to find my boots.

Chase: I don't wanna make myself comfortable, because if I make myself comfortable, I'll fall asleep and I'd much rather fall asleep at my own home. (Warren looks uneasy as Chase stands by the closet door talking)

Justine: Who do you think the lucky guy is?

Chase: I don't know and I don't care!

Justine: You call yourself her friend and you don't care?! You know, this may take some time. Why don't you pour yourself a glass of that wine and pass the time?

Chase: You want me to drink the wine that she's chilling for her guest? No wonder the girl wants you out of here. (Chase suggests that they look in the closet for Justine's boots as Warren does his best to hide behind the clothes)

Characters in this segment: Warren, Wendy, Justine, & Chase

Somebody's Expecting Company

"Ohhh come on, Chase! Have a glass of wine with me please! Live a little!" Justine coaxed. Before Chase could protest, Justine had uncorked the bottle of wine that Warren had chilled. She poured it into the two crystal wine glasses.

"Come here," she said, beckoning Chase with one finger.

Chase reluctantly joined her on Wendy's couch. "You know... Wendy's gonna kill us, right? We are making ourselves comfortable in HER home, about to drink her wine..."

"She probably went off somewhere with her loverboy. We have the whole place to ourselves," Justine said as she raised her glass. Chase raised his glass and she clinked them together.

"Cheers," he said. He took a sip of the wine. "Damn! This is GOOD stuff! Wendy has excellent taste. Should we light a fire in the fireplace, too?"

"Should we?" Justine asked with a smirk

In the closet, Warren scowled. Wendy's friends were getting cozy in their little love nest?! Where the hell was Wendy anyway? She had told him OVER an hour ago she'd be back with a big surprise, but she hadn't came home. He was in the mood for romance. He had a big surprise for her, too, but instead, he got stuck in the closet while her two kooky ex-roommates were drinking down the wine!

"Come on, baby, light my fire!" Chase sung.

Justine sat close to Chase, loving the sound of his manly voice. Lately, she had been thinking of what it might be like to kiss him. After all, she wanted Cagney McCleary and had been trying to get in his pants for months, but he only had eyes for sweet little Suzi. Chase was hot and single. He had been heartbroken since Adair had left town after their one night of passion. Chase was in need of a little T.L.C.

They had drank more than half of the bottle of wine in less than ten minutes. "Tired," Chase said as he leaned his head over on Justine, right above her breasts. She lightly caressed his hair.

"How about I dance to help wake you up?" Justine suggested.

"Would you?"

"Sure." She sashayed over to Wendy's stereo and turned it on. The music of Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart" blared out through the speakers.

Warren groaned as he heard his and Wendy's song filtering into the closet. It was getting stuffy in the musty, dusty closet. *Wendy, come home NOW!* he called out to her with his mind.

"You know, that was just about the only song Wendy ever played."

"Yeah, that's the only song she played when I lived here, too," Chase stated.

Justine shrugged. "Wanna dance?"

"Nahhh," said Chase. "I'll just watch you."

Justine was dancing around seductively as Chase watched. After awhile, his mouth was watering. He drank more of the wine, but it only made him feel hotter.

"Justine, come here," he said, reaching out for her. He tugged her down on the couch with him. "Did you really want me to come over here and help you get your clothes or did you have something else in mind?"

"Like what?"

"Like this..." he said as his mouth lowered onto hers in a hot kiss.

In the closet, Warren frowned. The music had stopped and he could barely hear their voices anymore. What in the HELL were they doing?

"Instead of helping me look for my clothes, why don't you take my clothes OFF?" Justine suggested.

"Justine! You're one of my dearest friends. You're in love with Cagney McCleary and I have feelings for -!"

"Adair - I know. But Chase, no one has to know about this. No one but us."

"What if Wendy walks in?"

"She won't."

"How do you know?" asked Chase.

"Cuz we're gonna have a quickie. You unzip your fly, I'll lift my skirt, and I'll climb onto your lap."

Warren had heard enough! *Ohhh God. Wendy, come home fast! Your friends are fucking!*

"I think I am drunk enough I could actually do that," Chase said as he looked down at the bulge growing in his pants.

"Good. I haven't had sex in a LONG time and I am so horny!"

Chase was smirking as she reached under her skirt and tugged her turquoise-colored panties down her legs. She threw them off and they landed on Wendy's lamp shade. Justine giggled. "I am so wet and turned on right now."

Chase unzipped his jeans and unleashed his growing erection. He began to stroke it. "I'm majorly turned on, too. Let's do the wild thing."

Just as she promised, Justine lifted her skirt and climbed onto Chase's lap. His hardened cock slid into her slick heat. She started bouncing up and down, making the springs of the couch screech. "Yeahhhhh! Ohhh YEAH... Do ME!" Chase cried out.

*What the hell? They're going to break the couch! I bet they've drunk up all the wine! Wendy, WHERE are you?!* Warren silently lamented from inside the closet.

Suddenly Chase spilled himself into Justine. "Hey, no fair. You didn't get me off!" she exclaimed.

"I'm tired. I can't go no more," he practically whined.

"You're bad in bed."

"But we aren't in bed. We just had sex on Wendy's couch," he pointed out. He helped Justine off his lap and zipped up his jeans. "Can we go now?"

"No! I want an orgasm!" Justine demanded.

"Well, I can't give you one! I don't have any sperm left to give!"

Warren rolled his eyes in the closet. "You're both bad in bed," he muttered under his breath.

"I guess I will have to go back to my hotel and play with my vibrator!" Justine exclaimed.

"I guess so," said Chase with a sigh. He poured one last glass of the wine and drank it down. "Can we go now?"

"Whatever," Justine said with a huff. "You didn't even help me find my boots!"

~ One Half Hour Later ~

Wendy came through the door and Warren practically tugged her inside. "WHERE have you been?" he demanded.

"I told you... I had to go out to get you a surprise. Why? What's wrong?" she asked, seeing the lines of tension on his face. Warren looked like he was traumatized.

"Your roommate came in with some guy! She had a key!"

"Ohhh no!" Wendy said. "I'm sorry, Warren. Where- where did you hide?"

Warren pointed toward the closet. "That must have been terrible for you. Uhhhh ... Why were they here? What did they want?"

"Don't ask," Warren said as he saw Justine's discarded panties on the nearby lamp shade. He shuddered in revulsion.