Michael opened his eyes, but he didn't move. He had no idea how long he had been asleep, but he remembered being told that head injuries were something you wanted to stay awake for, at least until a qualified doctor took a look at you and said, "Hey, it's all good." He had heard too many horror stories of great fighters losing years of their lives and their entire career due to one cat-nap. He needed to stay awake, somehow.<br/><br/>Then he realized that he was, well, leaning on the woman's shoulder-Mel, her name was-and that he had full view of her breasts.<em>Oh yeah, that's why I did this. Wonder if she still thinks I'm asleep...</em><br/><br/>Despite his claims of charm, Michael was not exactly subtle with his approach to sex, and the last time he had a partner, she once called him "too forceful". Having never really interacted with a woman since the days when he was worrying about zits, there was never a chance to really 'grow out' of that mindset of take-take-take, and this situation was not exactly helping.<br/><br/>So, partially (he assured his conscious) for the sake of staying awake, and partially for reasons that required no explanation, he let his tongue fall out as if he were asleep, "accidentally" dragging it across the very top of the closest breast.