Michelle Jones has changed since high school. A lot. At least, from what Peter can remember.

Not that she wasn't still an intense feminist, an insane bookworm, and all around the smartest person Peter has ever known. Still, she has trouble controlling her mouth and doesn't really care to filter herself. But she's changed in other ways.

We can start with the fact that her body has changed in ways that Peter was definitely noticing. She curves in places she hadn't before and her legs just go on and on. Or that she is now a socialite, who goes out with her friends on the weekends and gets drunk.

And the fact that she has a woman in her bedroom right now. Again. Making noises that made Peter grow tight places he didn't want her to know about.

Peter thought he knew what he was getting himself into when he'd let her stay with him. He knew she might flip him off every once and a while and probably ignore him because nothing he was saying could be more important than reading her favorite book for the seventh, no, eighth time.

But what he hadn't expected, was the fact that Michelle would be the root to all of his sexual frustration in the middle of every Friday and even Saturday nights.

Peter sighed as he laid back on his bed, like he did every weekend, and tried to think of things that would turn him off. It might have worked this time(unlikely) if he hadn't heard Michelle moan so loudly.

God, Peter groaned inwardly as he thought of Michelle. Naked. Moaning. Wet.

He had no choice but the do what he had done every weekend since, maybe, a month after she moved in.

Peter pulled his pants down and positioned himself on his bed like he had many nights before.

Dear Lord, have mercy on me.