"No, hear me out, John. He's terribly lonely. Wouldn't you do this for him?"
"Believe me, Mary, it's not his area."
"I don't know about that. Everyone has needs, John. He is just so terribly repressed, probably could just use a little confidence, be drawn out a bit. Janine used to tell me how he was always rather hesitant. As if he wanted to, but just couldn't."
"Janine, talked to you about this?"
"Girls actually talk about their feelings, John. If only the boys would too, instead of running around London chasing bad guys with their masks on, like emotionally constipated superheroes..."
"All right, all right, enough of that..." He gave her a quick, soft kiss.
"Maybe it's a medical issue, do you think? Maybe he's embarrassed and just won't talk about it and you could help. Maybe he would be comfortable just kind of... observing a bit." She giggled."That might be his thing. I bet he could tell exactly what someone would like."
John left the bed to brush his teeth, while Mary continued.
"I've seen the way he watches you, you know. And besides, aren't you the least bit... curious about him? He seems so shy, but at the same time he seems like he'd have no inhibitions."
John spat into the sink. "You're really interested in this."
"Well, I wouldn't mind having two attractive men sharing my bed, no. Why don't you sleep on it?"
"He's going to look you up and down like a dodgy piece of fish, and then he's going to say no, and throw every insult in the rather huge book at you. You want to ask him? Go ahead. I'm positive he's not going to do it."
FILL 1/? Three (Threesome fail)
"No, hear me out, John. He's terribly lonely. Wouldn't you do this for him?"
"Believe me, Mary, it's not his area."
"I don't know about that. Everyone has needs, John. He is just so terribly repressed, probably could just use a little confidence, be drawn out a bit. Janine used to tell me how he was always rather hesitant. As if he wanted to, but just couldn't."
"Janine, talked to you about this?"
"Girls actually talk about their feelings, John. If only the boys would too, instead of running around London chasing bad guys with their masks on, like emotionally constipated superheroes..."
"All right, all right, enough of that..." He gave her a quick, soft kiss.
"Maybe it's a medical issue, do you think? Maybe he's embarrassed and just won't talk about it and you could help. Maybe he would be comfortable just kind of... observing a bit." She giggled."That might be his thing. I bet he could tell exactly what someone would like."
John left the bed to brush his teeth, while Mary continued.
"I've seen the way he watches you, you know. And besides, aren't you the least bit... curious about him? He seems so shy, but at the same time he seems like he'd have no inhibitions."
John spat into the sink. "You're really interested in this."
"Well, I wouldn't mind having two attractive men sharing my bed, no. Why don't you sleep on it?"
"He's going to look you up and down like a dodgy piece of fish, and then he's going to say no, and throw every insult in the rather huge book at you. You want to ask him? Go ahead. I'm positive he's not going to do it."