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Please read the Quest for Camelot fic called "Tough Love" by Malice or Chaos: YouChose

Sorry about the spelling errors in the last chapter! My spell check didn't pick them up!

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Oh, and Jokestress Lamine, you owe me an everlasting gobstopper now.

February 6th

Dear Diary,

Oh my… oh my oh me oh my. Well, the hand thing definitely wasn't "just nothing." It progressed to full hand-over-hand contact. But that isn't what's bad. What's bad is I think I offended him. Here's what happened…

Mr. Wonka placed another of his 'eye candies' in front of me, and he laid his hand over mine. I was a little freaked out, but I just tried the candy like I was supposed to (I swear this candy business will make me fat!) but no dice. So I tried another one, and another one, and another one. Finally, the hand-over-hand thing started to bug me, so I asked him, politely mind you if he would remove his hand. It went like this,

"Um, Mr. Wonka?"
"Hmm," he looked over at me.

"Umm, could you remove you hand, please?"

"Why? I like having my hand there," He stated happily.

"But, Mr. Wonka, It makes me uncomfortable," I said. By now I was feeling as uncomfortable as I sounded.

"It makes you uncomfortable?"

"Yes, it's a rather personal and intimate gesture, don't you think?"

"Yeah, which is why I am doing it," he stated as if it were the most obvious thing the world.

"No, I mean intimate as in someone you like, or love. Like that," I said, trying to make him understand how uncomfortable it was. He still didn't remove his hand, though.

"I know," he stated again "that's why I'm doing it."

Finally (my better judgment seeming had escaped me until now) I pulled my hand back.

He looked hurt, but it was gone in an instant.

"Mr. Wonka, I hardly think that was appropriate to say. I Barely know you and you barely know me. Also, you are my BOSS," I said, stressing the word 'boss' to get my point across, "It's unethical, and…and…well, I don't know you!"

This he seemed to understand.

"Ok! So you get to know me, and I get to know you, and then I can put my hand on yours!"

The again, maybe he didn't. He spoke as if he had figured out something major. Relieved that his hand wouldn't be on mine, for a while at least, I let the subject lie and went back to work. And Wonka was true to his word. His hands did stay off mine.

Melissa