Horseplay
Chapter 19 : Final Friday

  Neil let his hand trace lazy circles on Harriet's bare hip, running
his fingertips along the hem of her panties and down her outer thigh.
He wasn't particularly aroused, or even interested, but he still found
that any opportunity to explore female flesh was difficult to resist.
Harriet moved occationally, either through normal sleep or thanks to
his pestering her. Neil was still weighing whether or not to become
more assertive when she suddenly smacked his hand.
	"You are out of your mind." she grumbled, rolling away from him
and burrowing deep into the covers.
	"Who, me?" he asked innocently.
	"No touching the ladies. I'll call the bouncer on you" Harriet
grumbled, pulling even more blanket over her head. Finally there was
only a lone tuft of brown hair peeking out from between the pillow
and blanket.
	Neil got up with a groan and started to get dressed. He was
scheduled for a long ride today and had planned to return to the
mountain top to finish their interrupted ride. Normally he'd look
forward to it, but the cold ride on Wednsday had left him saddle sore
and another six hours atop Arnoss would do little to help. He packed
his bag with extra cream, wondering idly when he'd have a chance to
strip down and apply it. This led to a brief fantasy involving Leah
helping him with the creme. Fighting the monster's mental movie
actually dampened his mood further, the last thing he needed was to
give in on that front.
	He finished packing his day bag with his hoodie jacket and his
dusty first aid kit. Flipping it over revealed it contained one of
the flimsy foil emergency heat blankets. It would have been very
helpful on his ill-fated ride. Neil wondered if the trail guards
carried the same kit, not that it would have helped. The guards on
Wednsday had been miles away with the rest of the group by the time
he wound up alone with Leah.
	Harriet actually waved goodbye when he opened the door. "What
are you up to today" he asked.
	Harriet emerged, blinking in the light from the door. "Uh... we
have prep for the show tomorrow. Barrel racing, I think"
	Neil nodded and waved back, heading out to grab an early
breakfast.
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	Neil ate alone, grabbed a few extra apples to take along for
the ride and headed down to the mess, where he helped load one of the
large carts with lunches. He kept an eye out for Dave to no avail,
although given the early hour Neil really didn't expect to spot him.
He arrived at the stables and met up with Carol and the two ride
guards, both of who gave him a weary look.
	"Here comes trouble" one said, a lady he recognized but
couldn't put a name to. She was perhaps forty wiry with dark hair in
a bun. She wore the bright orange shirts the full time lifeguards and
trail guards always had and stood next to a pile of gear.
	Neil grinned back at her. "Me? Trouble?" he teased.
	The other guard, a heavyset black man named Glen laughed and
tossed him a radio. "You should see the betting pool back at the
guard shack" he joked.
	The girl elbowed him. "Hey, no jinxing the bets."
	Neil laughed and strapped on the radio. "What good's this piece
of crap? You barely get any signal on the far side of the trail."
	Glen shrugged and keyed his mike, causing the other radios to
sqwak in response. "I don't make the rules."
	Neil helped Carol finish the horse assignments until the riders
arrived. She volunteered to take the lead group and began calling
names. The girls scattered to get their horses from the stablehands
in the paddock, shouldering packs and trying to run without running
so they could be first on a horse.
	As they filed out Neil glanced down at his list for his
standard group leads. When he looked up, Gail and Leah were both in
the front. He grinned and looked back at his clipboard, but a twinge
in his mind caused him to look back up. Leah was dressed in a halter
top and jeans, which was distracting enough, but Gail was stunning.
She was wearing a light red jacket over a white shirt that clearly
revealed her middrift and had a very low cut to the front. She was
also wearing tiny denim shorts. They didn't quite qualify as
daisy-dukes, but on the horse they would ride up, exposing a lot of
leg. When she saw Neil noticed her outfit, Gail winked at him.
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	For the first part of the ride up, Neil flowed from the front
of the group to the back, simply riding slowly to the side and
checking the riders. This late in the summer riders would begin to
get complacent, forgetting safety regulations, ignoring ride
procedures or trying to get away with little things on their last
real ride. Neil was firm, although he tried not to give the girls
much grief, they'd had a busy summer and were at the point where you
could almost feel the end of camp racing toward you.
	When he finally reached the end of the line he found Gail with
her jacket now draped over the horse's withers. Her shirt was now
fully exposed, revealing her shoulders, arms and middrift, much to
Neil's delight. When he slowed beside her, Gail smiled without
looking over, giving him an excuse to examine her in profile. She had
small, perky breasts that barely jiggled as her horse plodded along.
She was thin, although not as waifish as Leah and Neil discovered he
was humming appreciatively to himself watching her sway in the
saddle. He managed to draw his attention to the front and made some
small talk with her.
	Gail was friendly, smiling and chit-chatting with him about her
plans for the remainder of the summer. Neil was distracted, though,
losing the point of the conversation as his eyes drifted downward to
her thighs or breasts. The only solution was to ride slightly ahead
or behind her, preventing him from gawking without making himself
obvious.
	For her part, Gail seemed to be encouraging him to look. At one
point she stretched and leaned her head back, forcing her breasts
forward. She was clearly wearing some kind of strapless sport bra
underneith, and Neils unfamiliarity with women's undergarments
started a line of mental speculation that was unlocking a lot of
doors he'd rather have left alone. The beast, as always, was more
than helpful in suggesting what Gail's underthings looked like, how
they might work, the physics of breast jiggling and, worst of all,
how they might be removed one handed or while entangled in various
poses.
	The ground elevation increased steadily as the pines thinned
and Neil urged Arnoss forward.
	"Leaving me all alone, Neil?" Gail asked, tilting her head and
batting her eyes.
	"I need to check on the rest of the line." he answered, taking
the opportunity to look back and take a few mental snapshots.
	Gail's pouting expression was both playful and honest. "Well,
anytime you want to come back to me, let me know" she said with a
giggle.
	Neil felt a flush at the invitation, barely trusting himself to
grin in response. He urged Arnoss forward until he reached Leah,
midway up the line. "Spending a lot of time back there." she said
flatly.
	Neil started to argue, but couldn't really find an honest
defense. He simply shrugged and tried to shut down the beast's urges.
It took a few moments, but when he'd cooled off he finally gave Leah a
smile and took in her beauty. Which was a mistake. She had rolled up
her sleeves, exposing her shoulders and had somehow ditched her bra.
Neil tried to imagine how she'd done it on the ride, which was like
throwing gas on a fire. The beast was more than willing to help
again, and Neil cursed his active imagination.
	Leah shifted and smiled at him. Each step of her horse sent a
ripple through her, rolling up through a shift in her hips through
her taut stomach and up her torso, causing all manner of jiggles and
movements under her light shirt.
	Of course her nipples would be perky, Neil thought with a
mental sigh. Clearly whatever gods the beast prayed to were being
kind to him today. "So what are you doing for the rest of the
summer?" he managed to ask.
	Leah gave him a raised eyebrow and shrugged. "Oh, I don't know.
I'll probably hang out at the mall with my friends"
	"Oh.. that's..."
	"We go to the lingerie store there all the time."
	Neil's mind blanked at the interruption and he forced an image
of a baseball game into his mind. "Well.. yeah... " he muttered.
	Leah smiled a bit. "I'm thinking of switching to thong
underwear. It looks uncomforatable, but everybody says..."
	Neil knew she was messing with him, and as much as he enjoyed
the possible entertainment value of her clumsy seduction, he had to
clamp down. "Leah.." he finally interrupted.
	She gave him an innocent look and waited.
	"I don't need to hear about your... shopping trips."
	"Oh? Maybe Gail will tell you about hers." she snapped.
	"I don't know what's up with Gail." he said honestly.
	Leah huffed at him. "She's throwing herself..'
	"I didn't mean that." Neil interrupted. "I don't know why she's
doing it. I haven't encouraged her and she's a..."
	"A student." Leah finished with a tone of frustration.
	Neil nodded and let her seethe. When her mood stayed sour he
gave up, riding forward along the line to Jill, one of the youngest
girls in the class. He'd given her the lead position instead of Gail
or Leah because she was the youngest and hadn't had any
opportunities. With Carol's group ten minutes up the trail there
wasn't much she could do wrong and it had been a thrill for her to
call out the trail commands. Neil spent a few minutes checking her
skills, making a few notes on his clipboard. She spotted him and got
nervous, though, so he put it back in his pack, gave her a satisfied
nod and slowed down. Jill fought down a small grin and continued up
the trail.
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	When they reached the tennis court Carol's group was already
setting up lunch. The rode past the line of horses at the tie posts
and slid off, taking the horses along the outer edge of the fence and
woodline to cool them down. The girls rushed off into packs toward the
fence to eat with a view down the hill.
	Neil found Carol and Glen sitting on a huge log near the middle
of the court. Glen flashed him a bright smile and looked up at the
sky. "No storms yet, maybe your bad luck will hold off".
	Neil pulled a water bottle out of his pack and dropped onto the
log. "So far. I expect its building up for tomorrow."
	"Earthquakes?" Carol asked.
	Neil shrugged and laughed. "Mom'll have a box on the
application next year that says parents want to opt their kids out of
my classes"
	Lunch went smoothly until Carol's group left. Neil found
himself alone on the log when Gail came up and sat near him.
"Avoiding me?" she asked.
	Neil glanced over briefly, then tore his eyes away. She was
gorgeous and had pulled her hair back, exposing a lot of neck. It
just emphasized the lack of shirt, the tight shorts, the endless skin
on display for him to imagine touching, licking, fondling. Neil did a
few mental exercises to relax and shook his head. "I do have other
students." he said, emphasizing "students".
	Gail grunted dismissively and was about to say something when
Leah stalked up. "Why don't you leave him alone, Gail?" she sneered.
	Gail glared back at her. "I'm not bothering him. Just because
you're all bothered by him doesn't mean the res..."
	Leah took a step toward Gail and Neil interrupted. "Stop it.
Both of you." he growled.
	They gave him a surprised look and he sighed. "Look... Gail,
I've pretty sure I already had this conversation with BOTH of you. I
can't have any sort of relationship with a student. Period."
	Gail started to argue, but looked over at Leah and stopped.
"Its the last day... " she started lamely.
	Leah bristled and Neil groaned. He was tired of the teasing,
the frustration, fighting the beast simply wore him down and he found
himself getting angry. "Just go away, OK? Both of you. Just... just
leave me alone." he said harshly. Leah gave him a shocked look,
started to say something then turned suddenly and jogged off. Gail
went the other way with a similar expression.
	Neil considered following them for a moment, but let it go.
There wasn't anything he could do, and he felt pretty justified in
his anger at that second.
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	Neil's mood improved when they broke through the woods on the
far side of the mountain and got their first good look at the huge
valley. It was a beautiful day and they could see for miles down the
Blue Ridge mountains. The trail followed the edge of the mountain
along a long arc around its northwest face, then dropped down into
the valley again. Once under the trees, there were several more miles
of gorgeous trails until they'd go through a long loop that marked the
end of Cardinal Trail and would double back. Neil assigned himself as
the trail tail, letting everyone else go ahead of him. It gave him
time to cool off and meant that he didn't have to deal with either
girl for several hours.
	When they got back to the tennis court the entire ride group
was tired, sweaty and covered with pine sap and trail dust. Neil
stayed mounted on Arnoss, walking the big horse slowly around the
court to cool him down and passing him a few chunks of apple. He was
sore, but staying high let him track all the riders and it kept Leah
or Gail from bothering him. He really wasn't ready for another
discussion, and staying up on Arnoss made it impossible for anyone to
talk to him for long.
	He assigned Leah to lead them down the hill and Gail to
midposition with a clear shout and the girls mounted up. When they
reached the flat ground at the bottom, though, Neil spotted Gail
stopped at the side of the trail. She was checking her horse's foot.
Neil started to dismount, but she was back up before he could, riding
next to him.
	"Rock in his shoe?" Neil asked, dripping with disbelief.
	Gail frowned and looked down. She'd put her jacket back on,
covering herself up. "I wanted to... talk" she said.
	Neil rubbed his neck. "Look... Gail."
	"I'm a student." she said in response.
	"Yeah. Just like Leah, just like all these other girls."
	Gail nodded. "Jennifer's been bragging about how good you
kiss."
	Neil groaned and Gail noticed.
	"Sorry." she said with little feeling. "Jenns' been so full of
you, and then got you to ..."
	"make a huge mistake" Neil countered.
	Gail frowned and nodded. "I know, I just.. you seemed to like
me and I wanted to end the summer... with someone. A little... summer
romance to take back to school"
	Neil felt a little bad, but didn't allow himself to warm up too
much. "There two guys in the other riding class, and a couple...'
	"All taken" Gail said with a laugh. "There's like ten girls for
each guy, they don't have trouble getting attention."
	Neil shrugged. "I'm off limits."
	"I didn't know how much Leah liked you." she said. "I mean... I
knew, kinda, but we... talked at the court."
	"Should you be telling me this?"
	Gail shrugged. "You're off limits" she mimicked.
	Neil gave her a stern look and she folded.
	"You're a teacher and Leah... " Neil raised an eyebrow and she
grinned. "Leah's got dibbs" she finished.
	Neil left Gail to take tail position and moved forward,
pretending to check on the girl's riding. When he reached Leah at the
lead, she was red-eyed and upset. "I'm sorry I snapped" he said
softly.
	Leah glanced over, then looked away and wiped her eyes. "I
didn't... mean to.." she started, but Neil interrupted.
	"I know. OK?"
	Leah nodded, straightening herself in the saddle. "Next year."
she said firmly.
	Neil smiled. "Next year, huh? What about all my other
girlfriends?" he said in a joking tone.
	Leah got a determined look on her face. "You won't need any."
	"I don't know... I've got a pretty high sex drive" he
whispered.
	Leah glanced over and narrowed her eyes. "I think about you
every time I take a shower" she said quietly but with a clear
meaning.
	Neil almost jumped, fighting the scenarios in his mind. "Well,
that's..."
	"I took three showers yesterday. The other girls think I'm a
clean freak or something."
	Neil tried unsuccesfully to find any humor in her voice, and it
shocked him. He had to rise up in the saddle to allow his suddenly
erect penis room to shift. Each time he opened his mouth to respond
something failed to work in his windpipe or brain.
	Leah was apparently finished though, simply giving Neil a
serious look and letting him fall back.
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	Neil took a very hot, very long shower when he got back. The
only thing that kept him from jerking off was a chance encounter with
Harriet, who apolgized for not taking care of him that morning. He
tried to wave her off, but she was insistent, saying she and Ruth
would make it up to him. So Neil stood in the shower with a raging
hard on, intentionally without his baby oil. At one point he ran down
the ingredients on the back of his shampoo, wondering whether or not
it would work as a makeshift lube. In the end, though, he went back
to his room and stood in front of the fan, forcing his mind to stay
blank.
	When he arrived early for dinner, Dave was sitting at the
table. Neil sat down across from him and got a scowl in return.
	"How's Harriet" Dave growled in accusation.
	Neil started to tell him that nothing had happened, but he
started to get a little frustrated and let it go. "Fine." he said
flippantly.
	Dave scowled. "Why do you have to fuck with her, huh? Why can't
you just... leave her alone?"
	"She came to my cabin, man... I didn't go..."
	"Bullshit. You've got Ruth... and I'm guessing you've been with
Mary or Maria or whatver that Hispanic lady's name is."
	Neil brisled. "So fucking what? You've been with Ruth and
Harriet. You not getting enough?"
	Dave glared at him and started to lean forward when Ruth and
Harriet arrived and sat next to Neil. "So... the ladies take your
side again."
	Neil started to object but Harriet beat him to it. "I'm not
your girlfriend, Dave. Neither is Ruth. This was all fine until you
started to get a hangup over who else I slept with."
	Dave glared at her and Ruth. "You're with me! I don't want you
sleeping with..."
	"I'm not WITH you." Harriet snapped. "I'm not WITH anybody."
	Dave growled and turned back to Neil. "You're supposed to be my
friend. How can you take her from me?"
	Ruth stood and glared down at Dave. "TAKE? You're so full of
shit, Dave. Neil didn't TAKE me.. We're not for trade, for sale, or
for rent you asshole."
	Harriet stood next. "Jesus Dave, this was all for fun, you
know? Why do you have to get all hung up on who's with who? I don't
love you, get it? I don't love Neil either. It was sex. Fun. But its
not fun anymore for you, now you have to be in control..." She
stopped, her face full of anger. "Come on Ruth. Neil, we'll see you
later."
	Neil simply nodded, turning back to find Dave staring at
Harriet's back with a mixture of anger and confusion. Neil slowly
stood. "We had a deal, Dave. No girls come between us. I held up my
end. See you." and he left.
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	Harriet and Ruth were waiting in his cabin, but neither even
looked up when he entered. Neil could almost taste the aggrivation
and anger.
	"That dick, I should kick his ass" Harriet grumbled. She was
seated in the camp chair in the back of the room, her feet up on one
of the hardback chairs.
	Ruth growled in agreement. "Guys are bastards."
	"All guys." Harriet said with venom.
	Neil started to object, but got four burning eyes in response.
	Ruth stood and walked over to stare at him. "I say we take it
out on Neil."
	"He's a MAN." Harriet agreed.
	Ruth grabbed Neil by the ear and dragged him over to the bed,
shoving him down. Her face carried only a touch of playfulness, the
rest was frustration and anger. Neil stayed seated, but Ruth shoved
him back. He felt his shorts getting pulled down, but before he could
move Ruth was on top of him, sliding up over his neck with her legs
spread. She'd taken off her shorts and underwear and nestled
comfortably over his face.
	"Lick. NOW." she ordered.
	Neil was horny enough to not argue, driving his tongue into
Ruth's folds. She was dry, and flinched a little as he worked upward,
but Neil knew enough to avoid her most sensitive spot for the moment.
Neil hoped she'd mellow out after an orgasm.
	Meanwhile, Harriet had stripped his lower half and found him
less than fully aroused. "This won't work" she grumbled. Neil felt
her stroking him with her hands and wondered what she had planned.
She only massaged him for a few minutes, then started to shove his
legs sideways. "Get him up on the bed." she told Ruth.
	Ruth dragged his head to the side with her knees, glaring when
he tried to object. "You're not done." she said firmly.
	Harriet stroked him twice more, gave him a single suck from
base to tip and climbed on top of him. Neil started to reach down,
but she smacked his hands. She leanded into Ruth's back, straddled
his waist and slid down onto him very slowly.
	Neil blocked her, focusing on Ruth, who was now much more open
for him. Harriet's hands appeared under Ruth's arms, one holding her
and the other playing with Ruth's nipples. Neil could feel her slowly
sliding him into her. She was only lowering herself an inch or so,
just barely getting his head into her pussy. She was wet, but not
relaxed and Neil considered offering something when she suddenly
smacked Ruth's ass. "Switch with me" she said.
	"No, he's licking me"
	"Then he can fuck you, you greedy bitch, I need him to get me
ready"
	Neil was a little offended by being passed around like a joint
at a frat party, but it was hard to argue with two girls taking turns
riding you. Ruth grumbled and lifted up and Harriet moved forward,
sitting on his chest for a second, then rotating until she was
kneeling on top of him. Ruth found his penis and sucked it a few
times, then took over Harriet's position. She slid him in easily.
	Neil started work on Harriet's slit, licking up to her clit and
back down. The tension in her legs was amazing. She leanded down and
grabbed his chest painfully, clawing him. Neil started to protest,
but Ruth's sudden bouncing distracted him. She was riding him
furiously, slamming down and grunting. He paused in his tongue
action, only to get a slap from Harriet on his stomach. "Didn't tell
you to stop licking me" she growled.
	Neil fought the urge to smack her ass for the moment and
started licking, but Ruth increased her speed and he paused.
	"Dammit Ruth, you're going to pop his nut before he's done
licking me" Harriet snarled.
	Ruth slowed a little and snapped back. "No back trades, be
happy with what you got."
	Neil started to get a little aggrivated but continued his
licking anyway. He worked Harriet's clit more and more, feeling her
tense and shift above him. She was moving closer and closer, rocking
on his face, but couldn't seem to go all the way. Ruth, meanwhile,
was having a grand time slamming down on top of him.
	Harriet started to get frustrated, scratching Neil's chest as
she approached orgasm then lost it. "Damn you, make me come" she
ordered.
	Neil was finally sick of it. He smacked Harriet's ass and
pushed, sending her rolling onto the bed with a surprised squeal. He
stopped Ruth by sitting up and catching her, then deposited her next
to Harriet on the bed.
	"OK, I know you two are mad at Dave and anybody with a dick" he
growled "but I'm not your dildo to be passed around and fought over."
Harriet started to speak and he grabbed her arm, pulling her up off
the bed. She made some noise of protest, but Neil spun her and bent
her over, forcing her up onto the bed on her hands and knees. "Be
quiet" he ordered, smacking Harriet's ass smartly.
	Ruth moved to let Harriet onto the bed, "Hey, what about...?"
	"Lay down. Harriet, lick her. Maybe if you two get off you'll
chill out."
	Neil moved up behind Harriet, dropping to one knee and licked
her spread pussy. She groaned and shifted so Ruth could slip under
her head. Once Harriet started to lick Ruth, Neil stood, moved to
stand behind her and rubbed his dick up and down her wet opening. He
slid in slowly, feeling her vaginal walls relax gradually under the
pressure. She was still tense so he took his time, easing as far in
as he could without pushing, then drew back until he was barely
inside her. Harriet groaned in appreciation and he slid forward
again, letting his body weight ease him in. This time he made it all
the way to the base. On each stroke he went a little faster, a little
harder until he had a great rhythm.
	Ruth started coaching Harriet, grunting at her and grabbing her
hair. "Oh yeah, lick me .. oh fuck yeah"
	Neil switched to a harder thrust and slower return. "So do
we... still hate... all men?" he demanded.
	"No... just... some men" she answered.
	Ruth threw a pillow at Neil's head. "When she talks, she stops
LICKING" she barked.
	Neil laughed and cleared his mind, closing his eyes and
steadying his breathing. He was overstimulated, which was actually
helping. If he focused on anything he'd lose control, and that would
end their little dance.
	Ruth suddenly started to climax, grinding her head back into
Harriet. "OH FUCK, FUCK" she growled, shaking the bed.
	Neil fought to block the sound and failed. He suddenly pictured
them from outside, as if watching their performance in a porno. Ruth
sitting on the bed with Harriet between her legs, ordering her to
lick her harder. Him behind Harriet, plowing into her doggy style.
The imagery was too much. In desperation he tried to slow down and
even considered pulling out but it was no use. He was too close, too
far, however you described it he was going to pop.
	With a cruse Neil grabbed Harriet's hips firmly and started to
pound her, slamming in as fast as he could. Harriet grunted and
looked back, leaving Ruth to fall over on the bed with a groan. Neil
saw the smug look on her face and tried to say something but
everything blurred, he squeezed his eyes shut and filled her. The
orgasm raced up his back and he arched forward, slowing his pace to a
series of shuddering jerks forward. His knees locked and Neil bent
forward, almost collapsing onto Harriet's back.
	Harriet rolled out from under him and Neil sank slowly to his
knees, face down on the bed. He tried to feel bad for Harriet, since
he hadn't managed to hold back, but the afterglow of his orgasm kept
it at bay. While he lay there he heard Ruth stir, moving up to
Harriet's side.
	"Your turn, bitch" she said playfully.
	Neil rolled to the floor, sitting sideways against the bedframe
and watched. Ruth climbed down and started to lick Harriet, grimacing
slightly at her, but diving in regardless. Soon she shifted so
Harriet was laying on the remaining pillow while Ruth crouched at the
footboard, licking her rapidly.
	Neil was transfixed. Harriet was building slowly, breathing
short, choppy breaths and toying with her breasts absently. Ruth was
deep in her lap, licking aggressively. Neil wondered at Ruth's
willingness to go down on Harriet after he'd filled her with sperm,
but she was clearly not bothered by the mess. Her tongue worked up
and down Harriet's slit, flying over her clitoris, then dropping down
to her vagina. Ruth's face was covered with a sheen of shared fluids
and glowing with passion.
	Finally, Harriet tensed. Neil expected a vocal explosion but
she simply started to breathe faster and faster, then held her breath
and tensed her upper body until she was rigid, almost vibrating.
Harriet held that for a few seconds, the let out a huge exhale and
flopped back on the pillow.
	Ruth sat back with a satisfied smile, then grabbed her shirt
off the floor and wiped her face. "You totally smeared me" she
accused Harriet.
	Harriet let out a halfhearted grunt, refusing to move.
	Ruth gave Neil a wink, then started to collect her things.
"That was nice, I'm going to take a shower and sleep in my own bed
tonight. Alone" She dressed quickly and headed out with a wave.
	Neil wondered if she was referring to him or Harriet, but let
it drop. Harriet rolled over, then crawled slowly to sit on the side
of the bed. "Goodnight Neil" she said with a tired smile. "I guess
some men are... OK. A few".
	Neil smacked her leg gently and stood, gathering some clothes.
"You sleeping here tonight?"
	Harriet shook her head. "No, you'll just harrass me for sex in
the morning." she grumbled, smacking his shoulder back. She grabbed
her clothes and made her way to the door.
	"Hey." Neil said. "I'm sorry about Dave." he said. He didn't
know why he was apologizing, Dave wasn't his responsibility after
all.
	Harriet came back over and hugged him, going from a tired
half-hug to a full bear hug. "Dave's a bastard." she grumbled.
	Neil agreed.