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I screamed. Paul was grinning at me from the shower. Before I could cover myself, he grabbed me again and started kissing me… oh shit. I tried to stop him again. I must be the most weak-minded individual in the world.

"Susannah? What's wro—"

The door opened. I don't want to mention what I was wearing at this time, only that there was a reason I was shivering under my pajamas back when I was wearing them. Suddenly there was an earthquake. Oh, wow. It wasn't an earthquake. It was Jesse getting mad. I finally realized I was still in a compromising position and pushed Paul away. Suze Simon, this is your life. I grabbed a towel off the rack and covered myself. Then I punched Paul. This time, I aimed. For the nose. CRACK! Then both the eyes. Then, not caring about how my hand felt, I went for his mouth. He caught my hand in midair. Even though he was bleeding and starting to bruise, he was grinning. I wished I'd gotten that mouth. He grabbed the towel and threw it away, but it immediately flew back toward me and Jesse flew toward Paul. I covered up with the towel long enough to throw my blue silky pajamas on. I ran out of the bathroom. Then a moment later I slipped back in. Jesse was facing me, but not looking at me. Paul had his back to me. Perfect. Jesse was landing more blows than Paul, but he was putting up quite a fight. Not for long. I hit him on the head with "A History of Time". He fell to the floor, but wasn't unconscious. So I hit him again. And again. Until he was unconscious. Then I stomped on his stomach. I don't know why, I just did. I blame it on all the stress that I started crying again.

Paul's body zoomed out the suddenly opened door, still unconscious. Jesse came toward me. He looked concerned. "Susannah! Are you alright?"

I nodded, practically sobbing. "I'm so sorry!"

He shushed me. "It wasn't your fault, querida."

He'd called me querida again! Something had gone right! I'd have grinned if I weren't still crying. I wiped my face. "I didn't push him away quickly enough! It is my fault!"

He kissed me. That shut me up for a couple of minutes. Those were some good minutes. Yups. Then I said, in a mobster voice, "We gotta dispose of da body."

Jesse grasped the general gist of what I'd said. "He's not dead."

"No, but he is unconscious and bruised right outside the door to my apartment." Jesse frowned. We took turns kicking Paul's unconscious form down the hallway and into the elevator. "This'll do." I hit the button for the top floor and ran out of the elevator. Back in the apartment, I informed Jesse that we had to talk about it.

"I'd rather not."

"So you'd rather just be mad at me forever." He was silent. "No. It's like confession." He flopped onto the sofa. I plopped after him and made a pouty face. "Pleeease?" He sighed, resigned.

"Fine." I waited. "Is that the first time you have—Paul has—" Wow. How had I not seen that one coming? There must have been something on my face, because he leaned back and put his head down. "No, do not answer that, I don't want to know."

"You need to know." He closed his eyes. "No. It's not the first time. But I never make it easy. Last time he had to break the door down."

Jesse's head popped up. "Susannah! You told me that was—"

"I didn't want you to be mad at me. But if it's any consolation, he never escaped without a bruise."

"Well it certainly didn't look like he was forcing you into anything." He sounded pretty bitter, not like I could blame him.

"You're right. It didn't. When he kisses me, it's like something comes over me, and—"

"I don't want to hear it, Susannah!"

"Neither do I. But you could do better than me, Jesse." I wiped my eyes subtly.

He looked at me. "Even if I thought that were true, no one could see me."

"Jazz can."

"Jasmine is a child."

"And how old was I when we met? She's a lot like me, but minus Paul!"

He opened his mouth, then something dawned on him. "Susannah… are you… leaving me? For…" He said the name with more than a little distaste. "Paul?"

I baulked. "Jesse, I've done some stupid things in my life, tonight being one of them, but I really hope I have enough of a brain not to break up with you for him! But—"

"Then may we stop talking? Or does anything else 'need' to be said?"

"Yes." His forehead wrinkled. "I love you." He smiled and kissed me.

"Jesse?"

He closed his eyes in irritation and apprehension. "Yes?"

"Why are you being so nice? I don't deserve it."

"Because I love you," he explained. Then I kissed him.

"So, do I kiss as well as Slater?" he asked sardonically.

I looked at him like he was nuts. "Paul is vermin. I'd say that you were a hundred times better, but that would be a very low, no, negative number." Unfortunately not true. "Your number is, like, a zillion." Definitely true.

He smiled. "Let's make it two 'zillion'."

I grinned widely and pinned him to the couch, then abruptly stopped. "This isn't right."

"What?" Now he looked exasperated.

"Where was I when you came in?"

Realization dawned. He made a disgusted face and thought for a moment. Then he unceremoniously picked me up and dropped me on the bed. "Where were we?" Now he pinned me to the bed. I remember being perfectly content, and then I remember waking up all tucked in. Shoot! I'd fallen asleep!

My first thought was that the entire last night had been a dream, but I was wearing my blue silky pajamas and my face hurt. So I'd fallen asleep while kissing Jesse. Perfect end to the perfect night. I groaned and looked up. Jesse was lying next to me reading some book I couldn't see the title of.

"I'm sorry, Jesse."

He looked surprised. "For what?"

"Well, all the stuff I've already apologized for, and now for falling asleep last night at the worst possible moment."

"You were tired," he dismissed, not mentioning any of the other things I'd just apologized for.

I rolled over toward him. "Have you been there all night?"

"No. I left you alone in the apartment after leaving Slater bleeding in an elevator." Sarcasm! I was so proud. "Yes, I stayed here. I finished my book." He held up his new book, which was called "Do Androids Dream of Robot Sheep?"

"I had the best dream last night," I said, suddenly remembering what it was. "You and I were dancing," he smiled. "On Paul's grave." He laughed.

"Maybe it will come true." I frowned, because the last time a guy had mentioned my dreams coming true had been Paul last night. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just wish the night had ended differently."

"What do you mean?" He looked a little hurt.

"I mean without me falling asleep."

He agreed. "Shall we pick up where we left off?" I grinned widely, and we did.

Haha! I still haven't even uploaded 9 and I'm done with 11… I relented on suze a bit, my frustr8ions r pretty much out. This is not the end, my chickadees, because I have a 4-day weekend w/ nothing 2 do except this+hw, and I like this better… so now I'm being pretty nice 2 suze.