really?
She apologizes, and says she just wants to be friends with Daniel now. Daniel, having gotten over his brief attack of spine, says that he'd like that. She crosses for a hug, which lasts kind of a while. Daniel starts smelling her hair and sliding his hands down her back until she pulls away, saying, “Friends’ hands don't go that low.” Now someone tells me. This explains a lot.
- M. Giant, “Four Thanksgivings and a Funeral”
Imagine all the sex I would have missed out on…