Then she seemed to hesitate before she turned back to me.
I asked, "What was that about?"
"Oh, just something I have to do next week," she said.
I didn't like the answer, and I wasn't comfortable with what I had heard. The only thing I knew was that she was going to meet someone the following week, and she didn't seem to want to share any more information with me. I wanted to ask more questions about it, but I had no reason to believe she was doing anything wrong, so I didn't want to start a problem where none existed. Then she did something else that bothered me.
Instead of coming back over to me and resuming her play with my now-shrunken member, she paced nervously around the room for a minute then said, "I need to get out of this room for a while. Can we go somewhere?"
When we left her room, I glanced over at her notebook, but she had closed it so I couldn't see what she had written. I wasn't happy the rest of that day, but I didn't say anything.
