We went back to my place, and Cindy Lou stripped out of her clothes. She moved to kiss me, and I blushed. “Would you perhaps…mind not going so quickly this time?”

She smiled at me. “Sorry, but I only kiss on the first date. We’ll have to see how the next one goes.”

“Does it have to be a whole month?” I asked. “I’ll…miss you.”

“I think it’s best we start our relationship out slowly,” she said. “It wouldn’t do to go too fast when we have to live with each other already. I wouldn’t want the thought of me to sour your stomach. After all, I have to live there.” She winked. “See you when I see you.”

I nodded silently, then closed my eyes and parted my lips. She sighed, then leaned in close and whispered, “You’re a good person, and I’m probably being too hard on you. But I’d rather be safe than sorry.” Then she kissed me, and I swallowed, and she was gone.

With a gurgle and a pleasant warm feeling, she settled into my gut, and started working on the Italian food I’d eaten earlier. I sighed, and went to bed.