"So I have to keep you entertained?" Derek leans in, kissing her again. "Tonight might be a problem because of your rule."

I hope not it would be sad if all we had in common was passion. *Ella comments.*

"True..." Derek says, looking around the room. His eyes focus on his entertainment system and his DVDs. "Have you ever seen Reservoir Dogs?" He asks, standing up.

Reservoir dogs? Is this a documentary on wildlife? *Ella asks confused as to why he would suggest a movie about canines in desert regions.* I do not believe I have seen it, but I don't particurally like the animal stations unless their is a predator special.

Derek laughs as he walks over toward his TV and grabbing a DVD case and pulling out the disk. He presses the open tray button on the DVD player, and puts it in. He sits back down on the couch, pulling a quilt over he and Ella. "It's a good movie." He says, putting an arm around her.

Ok, but there had better be some carcass ripping by these dogs. *Ella says a little unenthusased by the concept of the movie, little does she know how accurate she is with the carcass ripping. She also developes entirely new affection for the song Stuck in the Middle With You.*

"Well? You like?" Derek asks after the movie is over. He takes the remote control from the coffee table, and the room goes pretty dark except for the every now-and-then car lights from the street.

*Ella has been humming "Stuck in the Middle" lyrics but stops to respond.* It was a very good movie, who is this Quention person?

"A very good director and writer." Derek says, smiling slightly. "You know he guest directed on Sin City." He informs her.

Really I had no idea, has he done other stuff? *Ella ask her curoisity piqued.*

"Well," Derek starts, thinking for a moment. "he has directed Pulp Fiction, another great movie. Four rooms, Kill Bill." He adds to others to the list.

Later I'd like to see more of his films. *Ella comments and then checkes her watch.*But it is getting late and I would like to go to sleep right now if that isn't a problem.

"Ok. Will you be here in the morning so I can make you breakfast?" Derek asks as he stands up.

I don't know . . . maybe, if I get a room with a lock on it. *Ella considers, carefully. She has never actually spent the night at a guys house, then again she has never not been the last one standing after a night of sex, and since no imtimacy tonight . . . maybe she'll actually sleep.*

"They all have locks." Derek assures her. "Come on, lemme show you." He says, taking her hand. He walks her up the stairs. "Pick any of the three over there." Derek says, pointing to the left. The master bedroom is all the way to the right.