16 The Mystery Behind The Gift
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As Wesley stepped out of the room, Doris took the opportunity to peek into his more personal belongings. She looked around. This room that Wesley lived in had initially been a guest room in Doris's home, and the patterns of black and white tones had not changed. Westley had few personal belongings, she noticed. There was a book and a pen on the coffee table, though, which was something.
Doris leaned over and picked it up and was disappointed to discover that it wasn't a diary or journal. The title on the book's jacket read: Howard's Amazing Adventure – and according to the back cover, the book told the story of an alien rabbit that had accidentally broken into the earth. Doris picked up the book and turned a few pages at random, and finally put it down indifferently.
Westley had walked out to the balcony, and Doris tried to read his body language. He was in a state of deep concentration, and it seemed like it would be safe to rummage through some of his even more personal things. After making sure that he wasn't looking, Doris opened the top drawer of his dresser, where she found a transparent plastic bag filled with some paper documents and receipts. Doris did not see anything that might be useful to her.
After closing the top drawer, Doris then pulled open the bottom drawer, where she found a red diary. Doris gasped, and her heart began to beat fast. After hesitating for a moment, she opened the journal.
The yellowed paper was filled with delicate handwriting that she recognized immediately as belonging to her Mother! Before she could read more than a few words, she heard Westley returning, and she closed the book, acting as if she hadn't recognized it for what it was. Westley stood above her and, looking down - probably down my shirt, she thought - he asked her. "Do you want to sleep together tonight?"
"No," Doris replied. After putting the book away, she stood up and said, "I'm going back to my room."
"Have it your way," Westley said, and he began to laugh as she fled into the hallway.
Once Doris was back in her room, she closed and locked the door behind her, and then she leaned against it and exhaled deeply. Safe - she found herself thinking - I am safe now.
Doris had always been a level-headed girl, so she didn't know what was wrong with her recently, or how Westley was able to get under her skin so easily. It is probably because his aura is too strong – she thought wearily – if you let your guard down, before you know it, he will have his sharp fangs in you.
Doris thought back on the situation in Westley's room, and she didn't understand why she had left without her Mother's diary. In retrospect, her intuition told her that it must contain the information she wanted. I must get it – she realized – If I go back tonight, though, he will definitely think that I want to have s*x with him…
But she had missed such an excellent opportunity just now, and there shouldn't be another chance tonight.
In an attempt to distract herself, Doris sat down with her phone and used w******p to start a video chat with Lydia, and after exchanging pleasantries, she said, "Lydia, you are such a slut, how dare you send me such a gift? Westley saw it, and now I'm about to die from embarrassment. All because of you!"
When Doris thought about the vibrator, she couldn't help thinking about how Westley's prick had felt when he'd pressed it against her, and her body burned with an inexplicable heat that seemed to start in her groin and spread out to every other part of her body, making her limbs feel weak and her thoughts hazy.
Lydia: "Embarrassed? Why are you so embarrassed? It's not a shameful thing to have. Everybody uses them, and once you try one, you will know why! Look at your face, though. It is so red. Why is that? Is Professor Gates on your bed?"
"Shut up!" Doris hissed. "Nobody is on my bed. My face is red because I am angry. Your gift almost got me raped tonight!"
Lydia frowned. "I just sent you some masks," she said. "Why are you so angry? How could a couple of masks get you raped?"
"What are you talking about?" Doris shouted.
"I'm talking about the masks that I sent you," Lydia replied. "What are you talking about?"
Doris rushed to her dresser, picked up the vibrator, and waved it in front of the camera. And when Lydia saw it, she laughed. "With such a handsome man in the house – the real thing! – I can't imagine why you would settle for a toy. Where did you get it?"
Doris: "Didn't you send this to me?"
Lydia: "Absolutely not. I don't even use one of them on myself, so why would I give one to you?"
Doris: "Well, if it wasn't you – then who?!?!!?"
Lydia shrugged. "How should I know? But when you do find out who sent it to you, what will you do?"
Doris: "I will f**k him!"
Lydia laughed again. "And what if it is Professor Gates?"
Doris: "Then I will let him play for us."
Lydia: "Oh, girl, you are so evil. I love it!"
After happily chatting with Lydia for a long time, Doris ended the call. It was late, and she was tired. She got up and began to get ready for bed, but as she was braiding her hair, she was struck with the realization that if Westley moved out the next day, he would take her Mother's journal with him, and she would never see it again. No way am I letting that happen! – a voice in her mind argued – so… I guess he can't move out until after I have the diary. It shouldn't be too hard to get it. I could pick the lock on his door while he's away, or hide in his closet. Or, if worse came to worst, I could negotiate with him for it… These were the thoughts that followed Doris into her dreams and kept her tossing and turning all night long.
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