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Great! I think. Stephanie is only slightly better than Tina right now. I was about to say that I'm okay, and thank her for her concern, but she opens the door and enters before I can speak.

"I'm just really tired; I guess I just need to get more sleep, and I will be fine," I said.

"I think the stress from studying for finals is getting to me." Wow, I was really racking up the lie-meter today.

She moves over to the bed, and places her hand lightly on my forehead and cheeks, just as she had in the auditorium last week. I wonder if this is truly Stephanie, and feel for the one switch I'd made in her. It's there, and I can tell she isn't very happy.

"You don't feel like you have a fever. . ."

"Too much stress over finals this week," I lie again. I feel bad for it, but I can't tell her I'd stayed up all night having s*x with a pink-skinned alien, either.

"I just couldn't sleep last night. I've been trying to make up for it today." That was actually half true.

She looks at me sharply, her blue eyes seeming to penetrate my skull, and I wonder if she knows I just lied to her. After a second though, she sniffs and stands up.

"You stink, and need a shower. Do you want me to do it for you, or are you going to take one on your own?" Apparently she has hit mother-hen mode.

"I'm just tired. I'll take one tomorrow," I complain.

"No you won't. One way or another, you're taking a shower now." When I try to protest further, she cuts me off.

"What you need to do is get your mind off finals. Sleeping will only let your mind go over it again and again. I have a better solution." She said.

Groaning, I look up at her, note her smile, and know I'm not going to win, but I have to try one last thing.

"I don't feel up to anything frisky, right now," I muttered.

"Did I say I wanted to f*ck you?" She laughs her beautiful laugh, batting her oh-so-long lashes at me, and I suddenly feel foolish.

"There are other ways to distract a mind, and looking around your room, I see more than a few. Now go shower, or else. . ."

Defeated, I get out of bed, and go take a shower. Despite the fact that I was following her directions, she ends up joining shortly after I got in.

"Don't try anything," she tells me,

"I could just use a shower, too, and I don't see any reason to waste extra water."She paused, then asked, "Have you been working out?"

I nod as though that's the only plausible reason, but not believing her one bit. She helps wash my back, and I return the favor. I can't help but notice how smooth her back feels, or how beautiful she looks with water streaming from her brown hair, and dripping off her round tits. Despite my admiration, there is no movement from my second brain.

Stephanie seems to notice it as well, and other than a slight tightening of her lips, she makes no comment, and we get out and dry off. Her reaction surprises me, but I don't know what to tell her. And besides, she DID say she doesn't want to f*ck me. . . Not like I'm up for it right now anyway.

She wraps her hair up in a towel, and there is no denying the beauty of a woman coming right out of a shower, mist streaming from her shoulders, and an appearance of overall cleanliness adding a glow to her skin.

Once back in my room, Stephanie goes right to one of my gaming consoles, and begins flipping through my games.

"Beat it. . . Got it. . . You seriously still have this? Lame. . . Good, but I hated the ending. . . Nope. . . Too easy. . . Ah, here we go."

She holds up one of my favorite games, and puts the disc in. It is a two player. I'm starting to feel like I was in an interview, and doing poorly, with the way she reacted to my game collection.

"The best way to get your mind off finals," she tells me, "is to absorb it into something else. Let's see if you can keep up with me."

I decide to go easy on her in the first round. I mean, I know she is a gamer, but she IS a girl, after all...

...…

She ended up thoroughly trashing me.

"Do you think you might actually try to win this next round?" She asked sarcastically, her smile nearly splitting her face as she teases me. "If you keep making it this easy, I'll have to take your geek card away." She said.

What is it with everyone trying to take away my geek card?

"I'm always so good; it's because of the exhaustion. I try to defend myself, but from the smirk she gives me, I know she isn't buying it."

After that, it takes every ounce of skill I have to win at least some of the rounds. In the end it's pretty even, and we start going through my other games. Stephanie promises to bring some of hers over next time, and before either one of us knows it, the sun has set, the moon risen, and the snow is falling hard.

And throughout, I haven't thought about finals, the demons, or even Vage the whole time.

"Thank you," I thanked the brunette. "You really did get my mind off—"

"Don't say it!" She warns as I walk her outside, and we both laugh. The flakes are huge as they come down from above, and soon it looks like Stephanie's brown hair is white, it holds so much snow.

"I don't think I can dare to drive home in this," she tells me nervously.

"You're welcome to stay here, but—" she cuts me off as her arms wrap around my neck, and she presses her lips against mine.

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