Nikita backed off, we made it to my place and made the introductions with Timothy. Once they got past the fact that he was gay - their problem was not with homosexuality; it was with males wasting their s****l potential not making babies - they thought he was wonderful. My roommate caught me flat-footed when he reminded the girls that they should wear their pj's on a sleep over.
Off they raced into the bedroom, dragging a reluctant Nikita along, to get changed.
"Dude," I said in a hushed voice. "What have I ever done to you?"
"Nothing," he snickered, "I'm being petty." He went off to change as well. I was already in a t-shirt and shorts. I really didn't need to change.
Nikita's countenance was one of fury etched in stone. It appeared that Amazonian sleepwear consisted of a beige half-v
