A/N: Wow, I actually have people reading and liking this. I'm flattered. I would like to thank all the people who favorited this story, and Solea, and acw1 for reviewing the last chapter, and bellamarie1976 and Jacque16 for commenting on chapter 3. I did a little happy dance.

I still do not own Twilight.

BPOV

I could not help but glare at the phone with my eyes narrowed. I did not know whether to feel upset, disappointed, or pissed off.

"Shit," I cursed, and looked at Alice. She rolled her eyes.

"He is such a drama queen. Are you sure he's not gay?" Alice asked, which elicits a chuckle from Rosalie.

"He is if the other men are," I replied. I suddenly got the mental image of the three eternal youths necking. I did not know whether to be disturbed, disgusted, or aroused. Alice and Rosalie obviously had that same image in their minds. I did not think they knew how to react either. Rose looked aroused, Alice disgusted, so I settled for disturbed. I sighed and looked around the room.

"Well, I guess there goes the evening." Alice and I were in the process of tying scarves to the headboard, to tie me to the bed, when Edward called.

Rosalie had mentioned using a similar scheme to convince Emmett she, too, enjoyed following orders once in awhile.

I could not prevent the pout from forming. I was getting more and more excited at the thought of finally reaching second base, not even third, just maybe seeing Edward shirtless, while I myself am shirtless, would be a huge steal for me.

"What is holding him back?" I asked, the question direct more towards myself than to the other girls. "I know he knows something is up. He is not too moronic." I look from one pair of copper eyes to the slightly darker pair. "What is his problem? I trust him more than he trusts himself. Why can I not convince him I want him?"

There was silent period, an extended pause.

"It's our time period, Bella." Rose sighed.

"The 21st century still frowns upon BDSM?"

"No. OUR time period, when Edward and I were 'educated' on sex. All we were told was allowed were a few thrusts, male ejaculation, and birth nine months later. It wasn't until the sixties and seventies that 'casual sex' was born into pop culture, and the eighties allowed BDSM to be part of the mainstream." She shook her head. "Culturally, we live outside the mainstream. Our ideals of right and wrong remain as frozen as our bodies. Our minds can only evolve so far." Rosalie quieted, and silence resumed. But it was a comfortable one, as our minds digested the impassioned speech.

Alice grinned.

"Don't worry Bella," she said to me, "in fifty years, you will be muttering about 'kids these days' and know exactly why the ever-changing culture drives Edward crazy." We all laugh, and my mood improved.

"Does it drive you girls crazy?"

"Frequently," Alice replied, "I do not get why some girls dress like that." Her grin then turned wicked.

"Doorknob, eh?" I turned fuchsia. "Rosalie, has Emmett ever called out 'doorknob' during one of your scenes?"

"Nope, never. 'Doorbell' was used as the safety word once, but we normally just stick to the traffic light game." Rose grinned. "How did it work?" I could not blush more. I still felt awkward going into these details with Rosalie. She loathed more for over eighteen months.

"Well, in the dream-- wait!"

"What?" both girls cried out.

"If he knows I yelled 'doorknob,' he knows about the dream!" They stared, blinked, then laughed.

"Eddie may be smart, but I do not think he will link the phrase 'doorknob' with 'please Master, I cannot hold back. Let me come!'" Alice called out in a dramatic tone, followed by a graceful faux-faint onto my bed.

I laughed, then yawned. I glanced at the clock. It was midnight. looked at the girls, and yawned again.

"Well ladies, as the plan is terminated, I shall retire for the night. I am still mortal, and mortals need beauty sleep."

"You do, you have bags if you do not sleep at least seven hours a night." Rose teased. "Bags are not sexy."

Alice's eyes went hazy for a moment. She was trying to peek into the foggy future.

"Do not wear pajama pants tonight, just a silky shirt." She said on the way out the window. "He'll be by later tonight when you're asleep, and a sexy glimpse of you will force the blood into the other head all night. He deserves that." Rosalie snickered. I blushed again.

"Good night," I called as they walked out. "Dirty wenches," I muttered.

"We heard that," Alice replied. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"We heard that too," came Rose's voice.

A/N: Short, but that line could not be followed. There may be some emotional brooding next chapter. Thought I would give a heads up. If you review, I will love you!