I walked into Jam Pony and headed toward my locker. Original Cindy was rummaging through her locker as well.

"You late too," it was more of an observation than a question. I opened my locker.

She nodded, "Nice to see you, Boo."

I smiled at her term of endearment. "I didn't hear you leave this morning."

"I didn't come home last night," she admitted to me quietly.

I smiled brightly at her, "Oh, really? Things going that well with… Tracie?"

"Girl," O.C. closed her locker, "things are going better than well."

"Good for you, girl!" I closed my locker just as my beeper began to go off.

"Speaking of Boos," O.C. noted at me looking at the beeper as she started toward Normal's dispatch window. "I'll hook up with you later, Max."

I smiled at her and picked up the payphone next to the lockers. I put my beeper back in my pocket just as I heard Logan answer the phone.

"I'm making breakfast, if you're interested," I heard his oh so sexy voice come over the receiver.

"Well, as long as it is you're cooking," I smiled even brighter. "I'll swing by on my first run. See you soon." I hung up the phone and walked over to the dispatch desk.

I saw Normal was holding a package for a person in Logan's building and chose to take that one from him instead of the one he was offering to me. "I'll take this one."

He shook his head at me, "Well, as long as you're heading out that way, I've got a few more that need to go out to that sector."

"Sure," I consented. It'd be nice to have a legitimate reason for taking a while.

He looked me over quizzically, "You're more agreeable today."

I just cocked my head at him, "Just give me the packages, please, Normal?"

His pleased demeanor dropped as he reached to his side to pick up the other packages, "I take it back. Go on. Get lost."

I laughed inwardly taking the packages from him and headed for the door.

Just as I was about to leave, Alec came in, "Hey, Max. Wonderful day, isn't it?"

I laughed out loud. Was everyone in a good mood this morning? "I'll catch you later, Alec. Hot run."

This time he laughed, "Yeah, hot. Tell Logan I said hi."

Considering Logan and Alec weren't the best of friends I found his request slightly odd but shrugged it off, "Alright. See ya."

"See ya," he replied as I walked down the ramp to my bike.

About ten minutes later I was walking into Logan's place. Just like clockwork, I could smell an intoxicating aroma coming from the kitchen, and as usual it wasn't Logan's cooking I could smell, as wonderful as it was also. I came into the kitchen and saw Logan setting the table.

"Smells good," I referred to him and not the food.

"Thanks," he replied, obviously taking pride in his culinary masterpiece.

I tried not to smile, "The food smells great too."

He turned to me and laughed, "Thanks."

His eyes wandered over my body, and I couldn't help but imagine it was his hands instead of his oh so gorgeous eyes. I took a deep breath and walked around him to the table making sure to keep as much distance between us as possible. Logan sat down opposite me at the other side of the table.

1 I started eating and I could tell he was watching me. "What?"

"I was just thinking," was all he told me.

I continued to eat, "Four of the scariest words ever spoken."

He laughed at me, "I'm glad you're in a good mood, because– well, how do you feel about a game?"

I looked up at him, "A game?" I looked down at my food and then up at him. "What game do you have that involves eggs and hash browns?"

"Oh, we can play after we eat." He picked up his fork and finally began eating.

After we finished eating, I told him I'd do the dishes and he nodded, telling me he'd wait in the living room for me. I sensed that he was feeling slightly hesitant, a little wary. I did the dishes quickly and joined him in the living room, sitting on the chair sitting perpendicular to the couch, where he was sitting.

"So," I started, trying to pull him out of his somber state, "Tell me about this game you mentioned."

He looked up at me slowly, a glossy look in his eyes, "I'd really like to try this with you, but it could be pretty masochistic."

I studied him closely, trying to understand with out having to ask him what he was talking about. I could see nothing in his face to tell me anything. "You're going to have to elaborate, Mr. Cale."

He took a deep breath and leaned forward, "There's a little thing we used to do in grade school when I was younger, a little thing called 'Show and Tell'."

"Is that kinda like 'Truth or Dare'?" I wondered jokingly.

He answered as though I were serious. This must have been deep if he couldn't even tell I was being facetious. He cocked his head to the side, "I guess it's somewhat similar. The tell part of the game is to some extent like the truth part. Actually, what I'm thinking about doing has a lot to do with the dare aspect of 'Truth or Dare'."

"Drop the cryptic, Logan," I told him. I wanted to know what he was talking about. He had definitely piqued my interest.

He looked me dead on in the eyes, "What I'm thinking about trying with you is kind of an erotic 'Show and Tell', if you will."

After he said that, I was pretty sure I knew what he was talking about. I exhaled heavily, "You're right. That could be very masochistic."

I could sense he was getting slightly turned on. The sexual tension between us just grew to an even higher level. Visions of the dream I had last night flooded over me as he took a deep breath, "Interested?"

I took a deep breath and slowly nodded my head.

He nodded and then looked me over carefully, "Well, now that we're going to do it, I don't know how to go about it."

I laughed and pulled my legs up underneath me, "Do we take turns like in 'Truth or Dare'?"

"I suppose so," he reacted relieved.

"Then I'll go first," I offered knowing it might put him at ease a little bit. I had to laugh a little internally. It was his game and he was the one pussy-footing around.

He nodded affirmatively and I asked, "Show or Tell?"

I could tell he wanted to dive right in, but we both knew that in doing so, we wouldn't be playing too long. He looked me in my eyes, "Tell... Tell me... Favorite sexual position?"

I had thought it would have been more intrusive, but he surprised me with something generic. I smiled coyly, "I really like to be taken from behind, given no room for control. Either pressed up against a wall or against the bed, it's all really good for me." Logan's breath got caught in his throat. I could tell he was having problems finding his voice, so I softly asked, "Show or Tell?"

He nodded, "Tell."

I smiled, "Same question."

"Reversed missionary. I love to see the woman I'm making love to on top of me. I love it when she'll sit up and I can see her gorgeous naked body, uninhibited, only there for my own viewing pleasure and nobody else's. I love to watch her breasts bounce up and down as she rides me."

'That's it,' I thought. 'No more safety net.' No, I decided. The net had to be there a little longer. "Show or Tell?"

He looked me over carefully and I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was. Keep it safe still. "Tell me a something you've never told anyone. Tell me one of your deepest fantasies."

'Yeah, that's safe!' I looked at him and told him point blank, "You."

"Seriously, Max," he told me.

I looked at him seriously, "I am, Logan."

I could tell this piqued his interest, "What about me?"

I shook my head, "Uh-uh, Mr. Cale, one question at a time."

He laughed, "Hey, this is my game. I should be the one making the rules."

I smiled playfully, "Well, you didn't make any."

"Ok, then," he nodded. "Ask me?"

I complied, "Same question."

"I was hoping you'd say that," he smiled. "You're my fantasy too."

"No fair," I mock scolded. "I know I've cheated out by asking you the same questions you asked me, but you can't give the same answers."

"What if they're the truth?" he excused.

I simply shook my head no. "Ok, then we have to tell each other why."

He nodded, "That's what I was hoping for."

I sat back against the back of the chair, "Ever since this virus bitch came between us, I couldn't help but think about you. You were a part of every sexual thought, every sexual dream. I couldn't get you off my mind, no matter how hard I tried to fight it... So finally, I just embraced it. I let my thoughts wander every time I had a sexual thought about you. I even became able to control my dreams where you're concerned.

"So, this one time, I dreamt we were up in a cabin. Anyway, there was a hot tub there and well, it didn't start out sexual, but like I told you, I've somehow learned how to control my dreams. I asked you if you'd ever made love in a hot tub. You didn't answer me, you just kissed me. It wasn't long until our bathing suits were either floating in the water or draped over the side of the jacuzzi. Being naked in the backyard of the cabin with you was so erotic." I couldn't help but blush, "I came multiple times."

Logan's eyes were glazed over as if he were remembering it himself. And then he confirmed it, "I came more than once as well."

The verification of another shared dream gave me cold chills, as if remembering that dream alone hadn't already caused them. "Is that your fantasy too?"

All he could do was nod. I could tell that the tell part of this game was just the beginning. Both of us wanted to begin the show part, not that more telling wouldn't come with it, but it was definitely time to begin showing. "So... What would you like me to show you?" I asked, beginning the second stage of the game.

He took a deep breath and eyed me up and down my body. "Show me your bra."

Taking it slow. Good idea. I smiled at him as I lifted my shirt and my tank top over my head. I shivered, not at the cold air, but at Logan's gaze. His eyes lingered on my black, lacy, lacy, silk brassier. I could tell he wanted to touch me. I could practically feel his hand caressing my bare flesh just above the hem of my bra. I could tell he was imagining it too.

"Are you sure we can handle this?" I implored. I didn't want anything to happen that would cost him his life.

He nodded, "We can. Your turn. What do you want me to show?"

My eyes trailed down the thin line of his bare chest between the two sides of his unbuttoned shirt. I wanted to see more. "Take off your shirt." Even though it was a request it came out a little more like a command, but I could tell it kinda excited him. He pulled the shirt off his shoulders and discarded of it. I shivered yet again, this time at seeing his muscles rippling throughout his chest. I felt a twinge of desire pulse through me. I wondered just how much of this we could take.

"Show me your panties," he then urged.

Panties? I shrugged and stood up, licking my lips. I unbuttoned the buttons on my black pants, pushing them down off my hips and pulling them off, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Logan bit his lip, and I stood there for a while to let him soak in this sight he was obviously enjoying. He didn't try to hide his excitement in anyway. But then it was my turn.

"Show me what you got, Mr. Cale." We were both playing with each other now, and neither one of us had any arguments.

Logan stood and pulled the drawstrings on his pants from their bow and then pushed them off of his hips and they fell to the floor. There stood Eyes Only in boxers only. Black. He looked like a Greek God. My breath caught in my throat as he turned around and showed me the rear. His tight butt muscles equaled them of only the muscles in his chest and shoulders. They were so well defined; I had to look away to control myself.

"Like what you see?" he asked knowing full well that I did. Oh, did I!

I nodded my response and sat back in my chair as he also sat back on the couch.

There we were, down to the brink. What happened next was going to be the biggest turning point in our relationship thus far. It was as if we were actually making love, actually touching each other. Even though our hands weren't actually touching the other, we could feel the searing touch of flesh on flesh. We could feel the other's hands roaming over our bodies just like our eyes were. But we wanted more. We had to be completely open to each other. We were ready to reveal ourselves to the other fully and completely.

Logan took the initiative, "Show me your breasts."

I looked at him provocatively, "I'll show you more than that, Logan Cale."

He looked at me in anticipation as I stood and slowly unhooked my bra from the front, but not removing it. I leaned forward and slowly pushed my panties off. They landed at my feet and I kicked them over by my pants. When I stood up, I slowly peeled the bra from my breasts as if the cups were peach skins. I let the bra fall from my shoulders to the floor.

"I've shown you mine, now show me yours," I wasn't wasting any time now.

He stood up and pushed his boxers to the floor adhering to my pressing request. As he straightened back up I saw his erection standing tall from his dark patch of hair. I yearned for it deep inside me and closed my eyes and imagined him on top of me, entering me with that glorious appendage. My breath sped up with each thrust I imagined.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I heard Logan's voice cut into my thoughts.

I let a pleasureful moan escape my lips before answering, "I'm thinking about having you inside me."

"Thrusting," his lust-filled voice continued to penetrate my thoughts as he was penetrating me in my thoughts.

"Mmm-hmmm," was all I could mutter.

"Why don't you sit back down?" he offered.

I sat down and slowly opened my eyes, feeling my face flush with desire. I saw Logan sitting back on the couch where he had been prior to our undressing.

I decided to take the game a little farther. I looked him squarely in the eyes and said, "Tell me what you want me to show you."