Hey guys! I'm so sorry for the delay, I was put in hospital and then I had no Internet these past two weeks. This update is a sort of little tag to the last chapter, so ill post a real chapter too. I promise ill update more. Anyway, here's the new chapter, enjoy!
Penny stared at Beverly with an open mouth.
"I'm not in love with Sheldon!" she protested.
Beverly smiled coldly.
"H...wha...why would you even think that?!"
"Well Penelope. Lets think about this logically."
Beverly crossed her legs, resting the dark clipboard against her thigh.
"You crave his approval."
"Yeah but..."
"You go out of your way to get his approval."
"That doesn't mean I'm in love with him!"
"Penelope. You have had regular intercourse with my son.."
"BEVERLY..."
"May I finish? Thank you. As I was saying, you have regular intercourse with my son, even though you do not love him. Now, I assume most of the sexual activity occurs at his apartment?"
"I'm really not comfortable discussing this with you!"
"Irrelevant. From my talks with Sheldon, I gather it does. I was simply extending a pleasantly to give you the illusion of control."
Penny scowled at Beverly, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Anyway. You have a perfectly good apartment, so why do you choose to frequent Leonard's apartment when you two have intercourse?"
"Please just call it sex. Seriously, please. I'm begging you."
"Penelope, you're evading all the questions I am addressing to you, so I'm going to cut straight to it. You're infatuated with his roommate. You attempt to develop your intelligence for his benefit. You crave his approval, and from what he has told me, regardless to his comfort, you extend overly physical actions to him..."
"I'm not in love with freakin' Sheldon!" Penny screamed.
"He's...Sheldon! Sheldon who is going out with my best friend, Sheldon who refuses to touch anyone, Sheldon the batcrap crazy man that lives with your son and freaks out when you adjust the thermostat a degree! Sheldon who's obsessed with comic books and wears stupid shirts and..and hugged me when I got him a napkin for Christmas signed by Leonard Nimoy..."
Penny stopped, tears rolling down her face, laughing through her sobs.
"And...and he bought me so many baskets of bath salts that Christmas and he came out with them all and he had it all planned out..."
Beverly smiled.