I realized that Craig might ask me to stay the night, but I thought that might be a little much. Whatever we'd just done, it was still a first date. Staying over would probably mean morning sex, and perhaps more puzzling behavior from him. And I was far from ready for any of that. But he asked, almost as a formality, and when I declined, he didn't argue. We watched the TV news, including clips from the Cubs game, while we ate the cold remains of our supper. Afterwards, he drove me back to my apartment. I kissed him before I got out. He still smelled faintly of my juices. "Can we see each other again?" he asked hopefully. I suspected from his tone that he was expecting an ambiguous reply, like 'I'll call you', or 'maybe sometime', that would mean 'never'. I wasn't certain that I wanted to date him again, but the poor man had gone so long without sex, and he'd tried so hard to please me, I couldn't disappoint him now. I had to l
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