Shay and Skyy are having sex on her bed.
Afterwards, they lie naked together.
Shay: Soooo. . . how's Summer been?
Skyy: She's fine, I guess? I've been trying not to bother her if I can help it.
Shay: I've, uh, I've been thinking of texting her lately . . . do you think she'd talk to me?
Skyy: I dunno Shay. Maybe. She's had a long time to cool down since, uh, the incident.
Shay: Yeah. Yeah.
Skyy: Why did you do that, anyway? Did you really think she'd be down for a threeway with me?
Shay: It would have been so awesome! *sighhh* But no, I guess I knew she wouldn't. You told me enough about how she feels about you.
Skyy: But you tried it anyway?
Shay: Yeahhh . . .
Skyy: Why?
Shay: Well, did you ever read any Edgar Allen Poe?
Skyy: Like "The Raven"?
Shay: Yeah. He has this story called "The Imp of the Perverse". It's about the urge that people sometimes get to sabotage themselves, like there's an invisible demon pushing you towards doing something you know you shouldn't, but you do anyways.
Skyy: Ah. So Summer's your imp?
Shay: Exactly! I knew that if I had sex with her, it would break up my relationship with Mel. I knew that if we did it again, it would mess up my marriage. Then I knew that being with you would be too much for her. But somehow, knowing all those things just made them impossible to resist!
Skyy: And now you're thinking of texting her again?
Shay: Kiiinda . . .
Skyy grabs his dick.
Skyy: Sounds like you need someone to distract you from your imp!
Shay: We just did it and I'm already thinking of her!
Skyy: Then I'll just have to try harder!
