Our wet bodies touched. Though the plasma ball in my hand was burning brightly, it wasn't enough to dry ourselves instantly.
We were drying at a rapid pace though.
Marg was right next to me, and our bodies were touching a lot more than I wanted. My breathing had become a bit rapid and my heart rate was high: it was climbing by every second. If it kept up like this, I was damn sure, something bad was about to happen.
So as a responsible guy, I had to do the right thing. "Say, I think this is good enough. Let's get clothed and leave."
Marg stared at me, a bit disappointed. We were under Merin's jacket. This was a big jacket and it was made out of black leather. So it was warm if nothing else.
"You know, I don't think I'm quite dry yet." She sat down on my lap and removed her underwear without a second of delay. Her chest was already drawing a lot of my attention and now even the stuff down there?
Finally, after the long wait, I've delivered. Are you satisfied? why do you think Marg went through this and agreed without protection? any theories?