Jack woke up the next morning to a pang of fear. He could feel his nakedness under the covers, but he remembered going to bed with his boxers on. He felt her soft breath on the back of his neck. He wished he could remember what exactly had happened. Rolling onto his back, he looked across the room at his minibot sleeping on the back of his desk chair. Jack sighed. Whatever happened, he'd know soon enough. He figured that if he was a bit more calm about it, Kimiko wouldn't freak out as much. So he just stayed in bed, struggling to remember what happened after he got into his bed. She came in… She said something… And then everything else was lost in a void of morning-after confusion.

Jack was beginning to get antsy from lying in the bed for so long. He wanted to get up. Maybe make some breakfast for Kimiko. But before he could put his good intentions into action, he heard the soft moans of his lover waking. Closing his eyes tightly and crossing his fingers, Jack waited for a response.

"Mmm," she rolled over, "Hmm," she sighed into his hair, "Jack?" she mumbled.

A false sense of relief washed over him.

Suddenly, he was shoved out of his own bed. Lying on the floor, trying to get oriented, he saw and angry, almost hurt, Kimiko. Her eyes were squinting down at him with tears brimming over the edges.

"Jack," she choked, "Oh, Jack…"

"Kimiko, listen," he tried to explain as he struggled to his feet.

"Oh Jack…" she whispered.

"Kimiko, please…"

"How could you?" she wept softly.

"Kimiko, I- What?"

"How could you?" the tears ran down her face.

"I…"

"I thought we had something special," she cried, "but I guess there was nothing…"

"What are you talking about?" Jack was beginning to panic.

"Why did you have to ruin everything like this?"

"Like what?"

"Like this!" she shouted as she threw the covers back, revealing her beautifuly naked young body, "With your lust! With your inability to just let a good thing happen in time! With your overzealous sex drive! Where are my clothes?"

"In the living room…" Jack stammered.

"I want them!"

Jack stumbled over to the door of his room and turned the knob with a shaky hand. There, on the coffee table in the living room, was Kimiko's red dress sitting neatly folded. Jack snagged it and ran back into his room.

"It's over, Jack," she growled as she furiously struggled into the dress, "I won't let you run this relationship on sex!"

"But…"

"You better hope that you didn't get me fucking pregnant…"

"Kimi-"

"It's men like you that make the world a terrible place," she snarled as she headed for the door.

"Kimiko…" he whimpered.

"Stop sniveling. It doesn't help your case. In fact, it makes you look worse."

"Kimiko…" he whispered.

She was just outside his door when she turned to look back at him.

"Next time you need to fuck something, try hiring a professional whore. Stop preying on people like me!"

With that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Jack shrank back into a corner. He knew what was going to happen next.

The minibot had been woken up with all the commotion. It looked down from the back of the chair at Jack. He could feel Jack's need to cry, his frustration with himself, his confusion with everything. As the doorknob to his room turned, he could feel Jack's horrible terror.