"Uh, that's not my pager, Justine!" Daniel advised her as the annoying pager subsided into silence.
Justine turned red. "Sorry, sorry, I know it isn't..." She frowned as she let go of his penis. Part of her mind seemed to remember having done this very thing before, but that couldn't be right -- could it?"
"Besides," Daniel went on, "I'm not sure just what happened last time, but I'm not really sure I could handle that kind of weirdness again. Sorry, but--"
"Again? But Daniel, we've never 'done it,' what are you talking about?" She frowned again. "Have we?"
Daniel looked perplexed. "No, no we haven't, how could I think -- why do I think that part of the scene all played out before, with a different ending? I thought -- I thought we had sex, and then I wished -- and then you wished -- and then here we were, and it hadn't happened..."
Justine shuddered, her arms and neck goose-pimpled from fear. "Something really spooky's going on here, Danny," she whispered as she snuggled in close to him again. "I wish--"
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