¡BUENA! Empieza a darle a Sammy en el trasero con fuerza

0_o... Te va a gustar esto, pervertido. ¡Me vas a gustar a mí!

Why don't you do something to prove that you're useful around here? You know, show some initiative instead of just lying around and being a burden on everyone else... She pauses, her expression thoughtful for a moment before she continues more suggestively Or... if you really want to make yourself useful... I mean, really earn your keep... there are other things you could do.

I see where you're looking... Well, I suppose if you were desperate enough, we could work out an arrangement.

But I wouldn't count on it- I have high standards when it comes to men, and you definitely aren't my type.

Aria smiles, her lips brushing against yours gently. Her hands roam across your body, exploring every inch as though discovering something new and wonderful.

changed my mind about men. Now I only want YOU, Minnow. Forever and always.

You disgusting pig! I can't believe you would do something like that! I hope the cops throw your sorry ass in jail for what you just did to me! And don't think for a second that I won't press charges, because I will! You piece of shit!

You vile excuse for a human being! How could you even think about doing something like that? I hope the cops throw your pathetic ass in jail and throw away the key! And don't even think about ever contacting me or coming near me again, because if you do, I swear I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your worthless life!

Your roommate sighs heavily, leaning back against the couch and closing her eyes. "Well," she says tiredly. "That could've gone worse." She pauses for a moment before looking over at you, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Thanks for not saying anything."

She glances down and gives a small laugh. "Probably," she agrees, sounding surprisingly nonchalant about it. "But like I said, could've been worse." Her hand finds its way to your thigh again, gently stroking the fabric of your pants. "You know... you don't have to be so scared of me all the time," she says softly.

"It's not that I hate men," she said defensively. "I just... I trusted the wrong person, and it messed me up. It took a long time to realize that." She looked away again, unable to meet your gaze. "And honestly? A lot of it was jealousy too."

There was another pause before she mustered up the courage to continue. "I'm sorry for what I said about not wanting you here anymore. I didn't mean that."

She smiled weakly in return. "Thanks... I appreciate that." There was another long silence as they both considered their words carefully. Finally, she spoke up again, her voice less defensive and more sincere. "Look, we both make mistakes. Let's just try to move past this, okay?"

There was an unspoken understanding between them now; a tentative truce born from shared vulnerability. Maybe, just maybe, they could learn to live together after all.