Keith couldn't fight off the erection as he watched Zebel. He looked at her head to toe as she dressed, admiring her beauty. All kinds of thoughts ran through his head, most of which were extremely sexually graphic. He bit his tongue, mad at himself for thinking those kinds of things, she deserved the utmost respect, not to be objectified in his thoughts.<br/><br/>"Keith?! WTF!? Just because she's gorgeous beyond belief, and she kissed you, and you've shared a bed, and she knows you get erections about her, and she invited you in while she got dressed, and she's the super hottie, Doesn't mean you can have sexy thoughts about her!! She invited you in because she trusts you not to be an objectifying douche-pickle!! That means NO SEXY THOUGHTS!! No imagining deep romantic kisses!! No imagining you two getting naked!! No Imagining her naked body against yours . . . Her soft skin . . . her . . . Oh! Damn it! Stop It! Bad Keith!! You can't do that to her! She trusts you! Prove you've earned it! No more sexy thoughts! unless she says otherwise . . . in which cas- AH DAMN IT!!! Knock it off!!" He was tearing himself a new one for what he thought about.<br/><br/>He brought her the wraps when she asked and got to work on her. Keith was being kind and gentle, hoping she didn't look down at his bulge. He was still mad at himself for having those thoughts. Finishing her left, he moved onto her right, and once she was ready, he asked her to test them out with a few punches