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okay, so having sex with fred in a recording studio after the "counseling" was not smart. it only led him on. now, he thinks it's okay to continue our "game". i should have said no to dinner, but hey, it's food that i don't have to pay for.
It didn't hit me until halfway through the appetizer that i was on a date with Freddie. Fred really wanted to be on a date with me? oh, no. we are not just having sex, we are dating! "freddie, can i ask you something?" i said wail twirling the tiny umbrella in my margarita. "anything!"
"am i your girlfriend?" i asked him, trying not to sound bitchy. "well.. uh.. we um.." it was obvious that he was nervous. damn. i didn't think it would go this far. what am i supposed to do about tom? tom would kill freddie and torture me if he found out what we have been doing behind his back. "am i your boyfriend?" fred asked, dumping all the pressure on me. if i say he is, and we get caught, then i would be blamed. if i say no, then i would break his heart."well.. i don't know. i guess. do you want to be my boyfriend?" i asked him, feeling like a nervous school girl."of course!"
To make it final, fred parked his car near the dumpster behind the restaurant, where we made love in the back seats.
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