What have I gotten myself into? A second date with Chloe... She has no idea that behind this politician's mask is her old friend. What kind of twisted game am I playing? Part of me knows this is wrong, that I shouldn't be feeling this way about Chloe. It's taboo, it's immoral, it's... it's unthinkable. But then I remember Chloe. Her soft, luscious curves. Those perfect, perky breasts that I long to touch, to taste. I imagine laying her down, kissing my way down her neck, her collarbone, lower... taking her perfectly pink nipple into my mouth, hearing her moan with pleasure. I picture my hand sliding up her thigh, finding her warm, wet, ready... I want to bury myself inside her, to feel her walls clench around me as I bring her to the brink of ecstasy over and over... No! Stop it! This is Chloe! You can't think about her like that. It's sick, it's depraved. You need to put an end to this before it goes any further.