Eventually though, our fun had to end. Frank left and I was alone. I felt the pangs of remorse, for a moment. Not so much remorse as pity for Brad. I knew he would never be able to measure up to Frank's skills. And there I was again; thinking about Frank. I decided to head up to the lab, hoping I would find him there.
I saw him alright. Leisurely lying on the bed beside Brad, who was enjoying a cigarette. I was pissed. How could he do that to me? We shared a genuine connection. But it didn't take long for me to rationalize it into meaningless sex, and it took even less time for me to rationalize that ours was so much more that that.
Then I heard it; the groan of a broken man. I went over to the tank where I found a battered and broken Rocky. That was when I realized: why should Frank get all the fun? With an evil smile on my face, I began seducing Frankie's plaything. Determined to let him know that I wasn't joking around.
Sidenote: I've hit a roadblock.. So this is an exceptionally small "Chapter". If reviewers have any ideas for me, feel free. Please, feel free.