Michael winced slightly as Serena screamed, before making the shy comment about his apparent reputation. "Hmmm," Michael said, leaning back in his seat. He could hear the moans and screams of the threesome behind him, resisting his urges. "Now that I think about it... No, I met with that many women who were... inspirations for my novels," Michael held up the novel,<i>Beauty In The Sunset</i>, his latest release. "In fact, half of the stuff in my books is the result of hundreds of hours of research on other romance writers, and many, many hours of watching pornography," Michael turned the book over, a slight blush upon his face. Oh, how he hated urges. By now, his erection was straining in his pants, and he was hoping that Serena wouldn't notice. Fat chance.<br/><br/>"I haven't even preformed a lot of the scenes I've written for Jack and Lily. Not many women ever proposed this to me, even when I went to book signings, all they talked about were what would happen to Jack and Lily next, or how they wished they could find a man like Jack or a woman like Lily, when in fact they don't realize that what I wrote were fantasies. Fantasies that will, in all likelihood, will probably never happen." Michael turned to Serena, and scolded himself after what he was about to say.<br/><br/>"Would you like to help me recreate some of these scenes, Serena?" The mental him shook his head in disappointment.<i>'Way to go, Michael, way to go. Now she'll never be into you!'</i>And this fear crept into his mind, and his nerves somewhat faltered.<br/><br/>"Oh, god, I'm so sorry I asked that of you," Michael sighed, and leaned back. "God, you must think I'm some sort of douche now, right?"