Monic checked her watch. The time<i>had</i>gone by. "Yeah, huh." she mumbled, then turned her gaze back to him, "Just send me an email, I guess." she said. She didn't want to be giving her number out to anybody unless they actually moved in. Then, of course, things would be different, but she'd been asked for her number by so many different guys that in general, it was a good idea to keep it private. Monic smiled lightly and followed Max to the door. Her eyes started at the back of his head then slowly paved a trail down his back, to his ass, then shot back up to the back of his head. Her smile upturned a bit. He certainly wasn't bad looking, she was quite partial to his butt actually, but she imagined he didn't have a hell of a lot of experience when it came to women.<i>Perhaps that'll change, Max.</i>she thought,<i>Maybe I can help you up on your feet.</i>Briefly the image of him looking down at her, naked, flashed in her mind. Somewhat taken aback, she blushed for a second before shaking it out of her head. They reached the door and she quickly, a little awkwardly, stuck out her hand.<i>Don't scare him off,</i>she thought with a bit of panic,<i>This guy can afford the rent and he's not a dick. Do some convincing. Think, Monax. Get dude to want to stay. What do you do when you want to get laid? Try that!</i>Monic paused and bit her bottom lip gently, her lip sticking to her canine as it withdrew. She opened the door for him, then put her hands in her pockets. Slightly, oh-so-slightly, she pushed her shoulders forward and breasts together, and gave him her best 'do come back'-slash-'please believe I'm innocent' smile. She'd converted straight girls with less.<br/><br/>She closed the door behind him and retreated back to her room. Monic sighed and opened up Firefox, and opened her email.