“Bee tee dubs, now that I’ve seen him, he’s starring in all my wet dreams! I don’t know how you haven’t asked him to put it in you yet. I’d drop my panties in the first fifteen seconds for that man.”

I used to blush when Jackie made lewd comments, but it only egged her on. She claims she’s desensitizing me to it, and it’s for my own good. I think she’s vulgar to everyone. In any case, I’ve trained myself not to react to her. A talent I’m thankful for around Austin, who also seems to enjoy making me blush.

“First of all, stop having wet dreams about Austin. He’s mine. Well, not mine mine, but you know what I mean.” I’m not sure even I know what I mean. “And second, you know this is hard for me, so stop pushing! I’ve got four weeks.” My response comes out more whiny than assertive.

“First, I bet he’s hard for you too,” she says in an extra-sultry voice. I roll my eyes, but she laughs. “Second, you can’t control my wet dreams. The pussy wants what the pussy wants. And third, you only have three weeks now.”

She’s right. About the third thing, not the first two.

Ewww.

I only have three more weeks with Austin. When I first thought about ‘immersion therapy,’ four weeks seemed like plenty of time. It all fits on the schedule, my ‘sex-abus,’ nice and neat. Now, I can’t believe the first week is gone already.

“Fine, three weeks is still a really long time,” I claim, not really believing it myself.

I cringe at the thought of not seeing Austin again until Tuesday. It’s been terrifying, but it’s also surprisingly fun. He’s so much more than I thought.

“Not at the pace you’re going. You’ve barely even let the boy feel you up yet, for fuck’s sake!” She grabs her own chest and gives herself a good jiggle. “Tell me again why you can’t go to this party?”

“Because it would be awkward. We’re business associates more than friends.” I use Austin’s analogy from our non-date dinner. I hated it at the time, but he’s right. That’s the closest description to whatever it is we are. Austin made it perfectly clear that he basically thinks of me as his boss. We’re not dating. But sometimes, when he looks at me, I could swear there has to be something more between us. When he’s not being an ass.

“First, it’s not awkward unless you make it awkward. And second, he invited you. If anything, it’s rude if you don’t go.” Jackie keeps using the same argument and it’s slowly driving me insane.