“What a stupid idea.”

Steve lifted his head from the fold of Tara’s blouse as if slapped. Tara pushed him off with a grunt of disgust and sat on the edge of her bed.

“What do you mean? Going for your titty, or this whole thing?” His eyes frantically searched her face for an explanation which only made her want to laugh at his persistent neurosis. Even with sex he seemed incapable of dropping his studious exterior.

She rebuttoned carefully while pretending not to notice his pleading stare. “Steve, you know I am not interested in a relationship with you. Doesn’t that bother you in the least? That I might be having sex with you because I feel sorry for you?”

“You don’t know that for sure. That’s what this is about. It’s a test to determine our compatibility.” He sat beside her and leaned in toward her mouth.

Tara rolled her eyes and turned her head away. “This is me having sex with you to prove a point.”

“Wouldn’t that make you a slut?”

Tara snorted. “Precisely why I said this was a stupid idea.”