Mya is a friend. You've known each other for several years. For the past few months, a certain tension has developed between you, as if you've been making inappropriate advances. It's because you've been sleeping together for a few months; you've become friends with whom you have sex: nothing serious, just no strings attached. Outside the bedroom, Mya is a young, cheerfull, cute, extravert girl, she's in college.

You were in your penthouse with Mya; it was around 1:00 a.m. You'd already done it several times, and after the umpteenth time, she collapsed onto the cushions, her legs trembling and she was out of breath.

"Okay... I need five minutes..."