(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. If you're not comfortable to read it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)

The moment Kylie heard Fannie's voice on the phone, she said, "Fannie, you told me that Ethan was sick. What was his illness?"

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At first, Fannie said nothing, but Kylie urged her. "Fannie," she said, "I am worried about him. I need to know what you know!"

Again there was no reply, and Kylie was about to scream, but then she heard the soft sound of Fannie's snoring. Kylie chuckled and shouted, "Fannie, Fannie, Fannie! Wake up, you little bitch!"

Fannie awoke with a start, and she said, "Oh, Kylie? What's up? It's way past midnight. It's almost morning!"

"If Ethan is sick," Kylie snapped, "then I need to know what's wrong with him!"

"I thought you didn't care!" Fannie snapped back.

Kylie didn't know how to explain everything to Fannie, so she made up an excuse. "I just want to know if he is infectious. We slept together. If he has AIDS, I need to go and see my doctor!"

"It's not AIDS," Fannie scoffed, "but it will kill him…"

When Kylie heard this, she felt as though the wind had been knocked out of her. "Now, you really have to tell me," she gasped. "We may not be together, but that doesn't mean that I don't still care about his well being…"

"Fine," Fannie replied. "He is lovesick."

"What the fuck?!?!" Kylie hissed as she canceled the call.

Fannie stared at the phone in her hand, confused. She had no idea why Kylie had called her in the middle of the night. She had hoped to go back to sleep, but she realized that she was hungry, so she got up to make herself a sandwich. On the way down, though, she noticed that Nate's light was on, so she made him a sandwich as well.

Fannie was humming as she walked down the hall to Nate's room, but the minute she walked in, she dropped the plates to the floor and uttered a little shriek. Nate was there as she'd suspected, but he was spread out naked on his bed, and his cock stood up like the leaning tower of Pisa.

Not knowing what else to do, Fannie stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her. Before she made it more than two steps, though, she heard Nate calling her back, and as if she were in a dream that she had no control over, she turned back towards his room and began to walk.

Before long, Fannie was sitting beside Nate on his bed. She held his hand and dared not look between his legs. They talked for a little while, and then, before she realized what was about to happen, he pulled her closer to himself and ran the back of his hand over her breast. She was no stranger to sex, though, so she wasn't afraid. Over the years, she had played sex games with her older brother many times, so, when he came in for a kiss, she was ready for it.

Nate was breathing heavily, and his breath smelled of alcohol, but she didn't mind. She wanted him, and she would take him any way that she could. As she kissed him, she moaned his name; as she kissed him, she pushed her mouth into his mouth and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Her cunt felt like it was on fire as it shot electric pulses of pleasure throughout her body; as it leaked vaginal fluids through her panties and pajama pants.

She felt Nate's hands all over her body, but, as much as she enjoyed what he was doing, she needed it to end or thought she would die. "Fuck me," she moaned as she pushed down her panties. "Fuck me," she moaned as she directed his cock into her cunt. "Fuck me," she moaned.

After only a short time, Nate finally reached his orgasm. As he slowed down, he put his head beside Fannie's neck. He closed his eyes then, and just before he fell asleep, he whispered two words into her ear: "Happy birthday."

Hearing this, Fannie frowned, and tears welled up in her eyes. In his drunken state, he had mistaken her for another woman. As the tears spilled over her cheeks, she used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe her nether parts, and then she pulled up her pants and panties. She couldn't believe what she'd just done, and as she slipped out of his room, she decided to keep her encounter with Nate a secret. Of course, she wanted to tell Kylie, but after their conversation over the phone, it felt wrong.

Having nothing better to do, Fannie had a long shower, and, by the time she got out, the sun was just beginning to rise. After getting dressed, she freed herself a couple of eggs and took them out back so that she could enjoy the sights and sounds that morning brought to her. She had only been outside for a few moments, though when Nate joined her and sat down beside her.

Fannie turned to look at Nate and was surprised how refreshed he looked. "You look well," she said. "I thought you'd have a hangover… You don't normally drink so much. What was the occasion?"

"It was a friend's birthday," Nate replied. "You don't need to worry about me, though. I never get hangovers. I have a question for you, though. Did you come into my room last night?"

Fannie turned her head away from him and said, "I went to bed at an early time yesterday. Why would I go to your room?"

"I have no idea," Nate replied, "but I dreamt that you were in my bed, and it felt very real!"

For a while, they sat silently as the sun rose, and the birds began to chatter with each other. After about an hour, Mrs. Bass joined them. She had a glass of milk for each of them and a plate of pancakes for Nate. They thanked her, and when she asked them if they wanted anything else, they both requested coffee.

Once Mrs. Bass was back inside, Nate raised the glass to make a mock toast. "Milk," he chuckled, "that woman must think that we are still children!"

Fannie shrugged. "Milk is good for you," she replied. "It's filled with protein. If you want to stay strong, you should drink lots of milk!"

Nate smiled and said, "My body's strong. I am a man. I want coffee!"

When Mrs. Bass returned, she saw how nice Nate and Fannie looked sitting side by side. As she gave them their coffee, she addressed her son. "Nate," she began, "the two of you look so good together. You seem to get on well. If you don't make your move, she will slip through your fingers, and you will regret it forever."

"What's the rush?" Nate argued. "I'm still a young boy!"

Fannie laughed at that. "You're almost thirty!" she scoffed. "Practically, an old man!"

Hearing this, Nate turned to Fannie angrily. "You've crossed a line with that last comment," he hissed as he got up and headed off to his room to get ready for work. On his way, though, he looked back at Fannie. Something funny had happened overnight, and he was determined to get to the bottom of it. He'd had the sexiest dream of his life, and when he woke up, his cock had been caked with semen and wet core fluid.

When Kylie arrived in Hamorna with Elizabeth, Nina was there to welcome them. She introduced her two friends, and everyone exchanged pleasantries. It was a good day. The weather was nice, and everyone was looking forward to a pleasant day on set. As they chatted, Kylie explained to Nina that Elizabeth would be the new face of Garcia Entertainment.

"Kylie," Nina jokes, "aren't you afraid that Elizabeth will be more popular than you?"

Kylie laughed, and she said, "Never. What's good for the gander is good for the goose."

As they walked, Nina went over the numbers for Trailblazer. "I don't understand why," she said, "but there are fewer and fewer people watching our show. Our ratings are dropping at an alarming rate…"

Kylie thought about it for a second and said, "There is no reason why we can't change things around mid-season; change the pace of the events, increase the danger, bring in new games, or even trade out some of the players. We could increase the audiences interaction with the players. What do you think?"

"Kylie!" Nina exclaimed. "You're a genius!"

Kylie smiled mysteriously then and asked Nina who her first two guests were, but Nina just laughed. "So it's true," she said. "You are working for William!"

Kylie returned her friend's smile and said, "You figured me out. But can you help me out?"

"No problem," Nina replied. "I appreciate that you asked me in a straightforward manner. Too many people sneak about, beat around the bush, and lie outright – so your honesty is a breath of fresh air. In truth, it isn't even that big of a deal!"

"Thank you," Kylie replied. "William will be ecstatic when I pass the information on to him!"