Pamela's Pet Pillow
by BeegBoy
Mark's playful trick backfires and leaves him her prisoner.

Mark opened his eyes and glanced at the digital clock on his
nightstand.  It was 5:30 am, time to get up for work.  Today was
no ordinary work day; today he would make his presentation to a
perspective new client for the firm, a presentation he'd worked
on for weeks.  Mark knew the client was extremely wealthy, and if
he could bring their account to the company his career would be
on the fast track to success, maybe even a partnership.

Sitting up on the bed, Mark looked over at Pamela as she slept. 
They'd only recently started living together.  After months of
dating he'd finally convinced her to sublet her apartment and
move in with him.  To a degree, they were still learning things
about each other, but so far (knock wood) everything they
discovered, they liked.  By far, Pamela was the most compatible
soul mate Mark had ever found, and he was reasonably confident
she felt the same way about him.

They had met at a friend's party and the attraction had been
immediate and mutual.  Mark was reasonably tall (5'9"), mildly
dark, and fairly handsome.  He was 25 and tipped the scales at a
slightly husky 190 lbs.  He worked out a bit to stay strong and
was in decent shape; not an adonis or a bodybuilder type, more
the hefty, hearty outdoors look.  Accordingly, Mark disliked
anemic, willowy, "toothpick" women, and had been attracted by
Pamela's healthy looking full figure.  

Pamela, 23, stood 5'4" and her 140 lbs. was very well distributed
on her curvy, feminine frame.  Long, straight, dark brown hair,
emerald green eyes, and a deep, earthy complexion completed the
picture of Mark's desire:  a drop dead gorgeous woman who had
"some meat on her bones".  She had been likewise drawn to Mark's
rugged appearance and charm; a man confident in his physical
prowess and appearance minus the bodybuilder type mirror vanity. 

Mark smiled as he watched her sleeping comfortably.  Ordinarily,
her department store job (in sporting goods) allowed her the
luxury of sleeping several hours later than he, and today she
also had the day off.  Mark didn't worry that his showering and
dressing would disturb her.  One of the things he'd discovered
about Pam was that she slept like a rock - no, like a boulder! 
It was fortunate she always seemed to awaken naturally in time
for work, because he didn't thing there was any alarm system made
by man that could rouse her.  In addition, she'd had a rare bout
with insomnia the night before, so Mark had offered her one of
his sleeping pills.  He was concerned when she took two of them
and warned her they were powerful, but she assured him her system
could handle the dose.

Fortunately, they'd had a terrific lovemaking session before the
pills kicked in.  Mark loved the fact that he could get fully
passionate with Pam and not worry about hurting her like some
fragile, porcelain doll.  She was firm but female, smooth but
solid.  Sometimes when he mounted her she would arch her back in
moments of ecstacy and actually lift him into the air, making
Mark wonder just how strong she actually was (something he would
soon discover first hand).  After the final, triumphant orgasm
they would lay in bed and cuddle gently, a distinct contrast from
their lovemaking session, which could have easily have qualified
as a wrestling match.  

After she fell asleep, Pamela rolled away from Mark and embraced
her body pillow, as she did every night.  If there was any one
thing about Pam that irritated Mark, it was her body pillow - one
of those six foot long pillows some people (mostly women) seemed
to enjoy sleeping with.  She'd insisted on bringing it with her
when she moved in, and initially Mark hadn't objected.  But now,
he watched, almost jealous, as she wrapped her arms and legs
around the large pillow in a gentle, caressing hold, almost as if
she was snuggling up to a big teddy bear.  

She willingly and happily cuddled with Mark while awake, but in
her sleep she always sought out the pillow.  Sometimes he'd
awaken at night and Pam would be sleeping on her back with her
arms at her sides, but whenever she rolled onto her side and
returned to the embracing position, it was never towards him, it
was always towards the pillow.  Mark knew it was silly, even
immature, to be bothered by this.  After all, it was merely a
habit that she had formed while living alone, something to give
her comfort and security.  Still, he yearned for those sleeping
arms and legs to embrace him - and just how the hell does a man
compete with a big cotton sack full of polyester foam!?     

Mark finally realized he was indeed being silly and went into the
bathroom to shave and shower.  Pamela was virtually everything
he'd ever wanted in a woman, and surely he could ignore this one
little quirk of hers, couldn't he?  

He dried himself off quickly and donned his t©shirt and briefs,
then went over to the closet to select the day's outfit; it had
to be sharp yet reasonably conservative for his presentation. 
Something that reflected traditional business values combined
with new-age thinking; that would snare the company a new client
and assure his future prosperity.  Mark snickered to himself, "if
you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance, baffle 'em with bullshit!"

As he looked through the closet he heard Pam emit a low moan and
glanced over to see her roll onto her back, away from the pillow.
Looking at her prone, inviting form, dressed only in a bra and
panties, Mark felt himself getting an erection and he grinned as
a devious plan formed in his mind.  The clock on his nightstand
told him he had about thirty minutes to spare, so he walked over
to the bed, grabbed the body pillow and tossed it across the room
and onto a chair.  Then he quietly laid down on the bed where the
pillow had been and prepared for some early morning snuggling.
Mark looked over at the pillow on the chair and thought to
himself, "eat your heart out, sacko!"

As he expected, and hoped, Pamela soon rolled back over towards
him and reached to embrace the pillow that he had substituted
himself for.  Knowing he weighed much more than the pillow, Mark
prepared to rise himself up slightly so Pam could position her
right arm and leg under his body to embrace him.  But before he
could move to do so the sleeping girl easily lifted him up off
the mattress without any noticeable strain and wrapped her arms
and legs lovingly around him, then gently placed him back down. 
The fact that she accomplished this so effortlessly, even while
sound asleep, again caused Mark to ponder how strong Pam actually
was.  He was confident that he was stronger than her, but as he
thought back over the months of their relationship, he couldn't
recall Pam ever asking him to carry something because it was too
heavy for her to lift; nor had she ever asked him to open a jar
for her.  

To be honest, Mark preferred it that way, it was the very reason
he'd always dated women like Pam.  What really turned him off was
when a capable woman feigned weakness or helplessness because she
thought men liked having their egos constantly stroked that way. 
He remembered the girlfriend who asked him to carry her "heavy"
suitcase - a 3 year old child could have lifted it!!  Another
girlfriend once playfully challenged him to arm©wrestle, and as
soon as they started her arm went so totally limp that it seemed
the mere weight of his forearm forced hers down; despite the fact
he'd previously seen her hold two of her male co©workers to a
draw.  Then, to top it off, she cooed at him about how big and
strong he was.  

Mark hated it when a woman he knew was fit, healthy, and
reasonably strong faked weakness that way; and he was doubly
pleased that Pamela had never done so.  She was confident enough
in her femininity and didn't need to disguise that fact that she
could carry her own luggage or change a flat tire.  And, Mark
felt, she also knew he was secure in his masculinity and didn't
need to have his ego boosted by any staged acts of fragility on
her part.  They'd never seriously tested their strength against
each other, but there was no reason to - though Pam was far from
being puny, Mark simply knew he was stronger than she was, and
that was that. 

But for now, the only think on Mark's mind was just laying there
and enjoying his girlfriend's sweet, snug embrace.  He closed his
eyes and breathed deeply, taking in the gentle, flowery fragrance
of her perfume and the firm, but gentle, pressure of her arms
enveloping his, her palms pressed against the small of his back. 
He loved the feeling of her equally firm thighs wrapped around
and pressed against his own and the mildly ticklish sensation
caused by her heels gently rubbing against the backs of his
calves.   Laying there on the bed with her, face to face on their
sides, was paradise.  No, it was heaven!  He almost felt like a
child, tucked away safe in a mother's protective bosom.  This was
too damn good to be wasted on a lousy pillow!

Then Mark opened his eyes to gaze into Pam's face.  Even with
those emerald eyes closed she was still beautiful as she lay
there gently breathing, her long hair flowing gently over her
neck and shoulders.  He started planting gentle kisses on her
neck and cheeks, hoping to awaken her for a little bit of sweet
loving before he had to go out and rejoin the rat race.  The
kisses caused Pam to giggle and smile in her sleep, but she did
not open her eyes, and Mark again reminded himself what a deep,
sound sleeper she was.

Realizing the kisses alone wouldn't do, Mark began to gently blow
on Pamela's face (nothing offensive here, he'd just brushed and
his breath was "minty fresh").  As her hair billowed around her
face due to the breeze he was creating, Pam giggled again and
wiggled her nose as she lowered her head towards her chest, but
she still didn't wake up.  Mark took this opportunity to bury his
face in her soft, luxurious hair, where he again took her sweet
fragrance in through his nostrils and again began giving her
gentle kisses, this time on the top of her head.  She emitted
another low moan and raised her head up so they were again face
to face.  

Finally, Mark decided it was time to go for broke and began to
nibble gently on her neck and earlobes.  He then increased the
intensity of his bites on her neck and shoulder, leaving a trail
of small hickeys on her soft landscape.  In response, Pam began
to sigh and raised her head higher, offering Mark even more of
her neck to feast on - but she remained soundly asleep, much to
his frustration.  He wanted madly to embrace her, but she was
already embracing him which limited the movement of his own arms
and if he exerted any force against her hold he feared she would
awaken abruptly, breaking the romantic mood.  If she'd only open
those beautiful eyes so they could make love!

Suddenly, Mark remembered the two sleeping pills she had taken
the night before and exclaimed "Shit!" out loud.  A love session
was out of the question, he finally realized.  Her natural sleep
habits combined with the pills had left her so deep in dreamland
a nuclear blast couldn't wake her up.  Besides, the clock on his
nightstand told Mark he had to get dressed and get going.  He'd
gotten some sweet cuddling, but that was all he was gonna get.
Oh well, there was always tonight, especially as a celebration
after landing that new client.

Mark moved to get out of bed and paused when he experienced a
strange sensation.  He wasn't sure what it was at first, couldn't
quite think of the appropriate words.  Then it slowly dawned on
him what the sensation had been.  It was the sensation you get
when your arm or leg falls asleep without you realizing it, and
fails to respond when your brain commands it to move.  You're so
used to automatic obedience by your limbs that it catches you
completely off guard.  But none of Mark's limbs were asleep, so
what had caused the sensation?  He shrugged it off and again
moved to rise when the sensation struck him a second time, but
this time he gradually began to comprehend the cause.

As he'd tried to rise, Mark had naturally exerted gentle pressure
against Pam's arms and legs to free himself from her embrace, but
his limbs hadn't moved because Pam's limbs hadn't yielded.  Mark
knew he only needed to increase the level of force he was using
to get free, but even the brief, momentary experience of feeling
captured made him uneasy.  Pamela was apparently a bit stronger
than he thought. 

Mark decided a smooth, fluid effort would be more effective than
a rough, jerking one, so he took a breath and again moved to get
up off the bed, steadily increasing his pressure against the
firm, feminine arms and legs wrapped around him.  He easily
pushed Pam's limbs away from him by about an inch or so, but then
his progress began to slow as the sleeping woman again ceased
yielding to his efforts to get free of her; in fact, her arms and
legs almost seemed to be resisting him.  As Mark continued to
increase his level of pressure against Pam her limbs kept moving
outward, but at an extremely slow pace.  Then, after he had
forced her arms and legs away about five inches, they suddenly
snapped back and closed against him like thick elastic bands and
Mark found himself back where he had started - firmly trapped in
the embrace of his sleeping sweetheart, his legs pinned together
and his arms clamped firmly against his sides.  She dropped her
sleeping head forward and rested it on his broad shoulder. 

Mark was totally stunned.  He had still been pushing outward,
increasing his resistance, when Pam's limbs had re-established
their hold on him so easily it was as if he weren't even trying!
If anything, her embrace now felt a bit tighter, though it was
far from painful or even uncomfortable.  Indeed, to a third
observer it would have appeared that her arms and legs were
simply draped gently around Mark's body, not holding him pinned
against her.  "OK", Mark reasoned to himself, "Pamela is much
stronger than I originally thought - but just how the hell strong
is she?!"

Mark braced himself, took a deeper breath, and started his fourth
effort to escape from the sleeping girl.  He made faster progress
initially, but again found his efforts slowing down as Pam's arms
and legs increased their resistance to his elevated power output,
almost as if by instinct.  She continued to match his strength
until they reached a stand off position where Mark couldn't force
her limbs out any further and found himself in a very perplexing
situation:  he was fairly certain he now had sufficient room to
maneuver out of her grasp, but with any movement to wiggle free
his outward pressure against Pam would decrease and her limbs
would again coil around his body and trap him.  He gritted his
teeth and gave another surge of outward force and when he did Pam 
matched it and bested it, again embracing her "pillow" with a
gentle but unescapable hug.

Again, Pam's hold seemed slightly tighter than before he started,
and Mark thought of those rope knots he'd learned to make as a
Boy Scout; the harder you pulled to get free, the tighter the
knot became.  For the moment, he decided the best thing he could
do was rest a little and let his strength replenish.  He hadn't
used all of his strength in his last effort, but he had used most
of it, and she had still managed to overpower him © even in her
sleep!  But Mark had noticed other troubling things during his
last escape attempt that he found even more disturbing than the
fact that Pamela was unconscious. 

When he'd attempted to force her arms away and off him, Mark's
own arms had quivered with effort and force, his biceps rising
prominently and veins popping up his skin.  In contrast, Pam's
arms maintained their relaxed, draped appearance with only the
slightest hint of smooth biceps showing.  It was as if she had
overpowered him as easily as he could overpower an infant, with
embarrassing ease.  On top of that, Mark realized he had sweated
heavily during the struggle (he'd need another shower) whereas
Pam was dry as a bone and still sweetly fragrant.  For a fleeting
moment Mark considered the possibility that Pamela was stronger
than him, but he immediately rejected the idea as impossible. 
Yes, she was fit; yes, she was strong - damn strong; but he had
five inches and fifty pounds on her, it simply wasn't possible!

Mark glanced at the clock and felt the first stirrings of panic.
He'd lost forty-five minutes trying to escape from Pam and would
be late for work if he didn't get free soon.  His forearms were
free so he grabbed her by the waist and attempted to gently shake
her awake.  

"Pam?....pssst....Pam?" he spoke gently as he shook her, "come
on, honey, wake up.....Pam?"  He had to get moving but didn't
want to risk shocking her awake and scaring her, but he was also
beginning to get desperate.  "Pam....Pam......PAM!!!" he raised
his voice and shook her vigorously but it was useless.  The pills
in her system hadn't worn off, and there was no chance of rousing
her until they did.  He looked around for something, anything he
could use to help free himself and found nothing, but he paused
briefly when his eyes fell upon the body pillow resting on the
chair where he'd earlier tossed it.  It almost seemed to be
mocking him.

Realizing he couldn't awaken her, Mark decided to try another
method to secure his release.  Pamela's hold was snug but still
relaxed enough to allow him some small degree of movement. 
Turning his forearms, he slid his hands down in between his
thighs and hers, placing his palms on her inner thighs and
started to push outwards.  The awkward positioning of his hands
didn't allow Mark to exert much force, and it was even less
likely that his arm strength alone could overcome the power of
Pam's legs when they'd already failed to even match the power of
her arms.  At this point he was simply trying to disrupt their
mutual positions in any way he could so Pam would roll over and
release him.  As he pushed against her thighs, he was again
astounded at how something that felt so silky and soft could
possible be so firm and strong at the same time, and his crotch
began sending him signals that his sexual desire was returning.
Mark did his best to push those thoughts out of his mind; if he
didn't get to work soon his whole career could go up in smoke.

Unfortunately for Mark, his timing was terrible and he'd pick the
worst possible moment to attempt what he was doing.  As he pushed
futilely against her thighs, Pam suddenly removed her arms from
around him and stretched them in her sleep, freeing his upper
arms from her gentle, but python©like, grip.  However, as she
stretched her arms wide her lower body tensed, and now Mark found
his hands firmly wedged between her thighs and his own.  He
pulled and tugged furiously with all the strength he could find,
but his hands remained firmly imprisoned in the fleshy vice their
legs had created.  

Mark was starting to feel a bit exhausted, which caused him to
miss another potential opportunity to get loose.  After several
failed attempts to pull his hands free he eased off to rebuild
his strength reserves.  As he rested he felt Pam's legs begin to
ease off slightly and finally managed to yank his hands out from
between their legs.  If he'd moved swiftly enough he could try
rolling off the bed or raising his arms over his head so they
wouldn't be pinned when she rewrapped her own arms around him. 
But the struggling had slowed his reaction time and even as he
started trying to raise his tired arms they were blocked by Pam's
returning arms.  He held the sleeping woman to a standoff for a
humiliating short, few seconds before his arms collapsed and were
again clamped snugly against his sides.  He groaned in defeat as
he felt her palms return to their position on his back.

A digital beeping sound broke the silence in the bedroom and
snapped the drowsy man to attention.  A look at the clock told
him it had been over two hours since he'd foolishly decided to
substitute himself for Pamela's pillow and he was already a half
hour late for work.  The beeping wasn't the clock, but the phone;
probably his boss calling, wondering where the hell he was.  Not
knowing what else to do, Mark made another token effort to break
Pam's hold and failed completely.

After a few more beeps the answering machine kicked in and, as he
expected, his cheery greeting and the tone were following by the
voice of his boss.

"Mark.....are you there.....Mark, if you're there pick up!  The
client will be arriving within the hour and we still need to make
final preparations.....where are you Goddamitt!!  Where the hell
are you??"  The loud click that followed told him the boss had
hung up.    

Mark simply sighed and lay there in quiet frustration, trying to
decide which was worse; the humiliation and embarrassment of
being unable to extradite himself from Pamela's unbelievably
powerful embrace, or the stupidity on his part that had created
the whole situation.  He still couldn't totally accept what was
happening.  It would be bad enough if Pam was awake and actively
wrestling with him, but the girl was unconscious, sound asleep;
yet she was holding him captive without any visible strain or
effort on her part, and she wasn't even aware she was doing it!! 
Determined to salvage the day, and his career if possible, Mark
decided on another method of attack.  Pamela's grip on him was
tighter than before but still allowed a bit of movement, so he
wiggled his forearms until his hands were on her waist and hips,
then he gently began to tickle her.  Pamela's neutral expression
turned first into a small smile, then a larger grin as her body
began to shudder and quiver in response to what Mark was doing,
but her eyes remained closed.  He was encouraged by her reaction
and increased the pressure and intensity of his fingers on her
soft, firm skin and extended the area of tickling to include her
belly.  

In response, Pamela began to giggle and shake and for a brief
moment Mark felt her hold on him relaxing, though not yet enough
for him to attempt prying himself loose.  Afraid of trying to
escape too fast, and risking a "recoil" response from Pamela, he
kept on tickling gently as her hold slowly began to ease up more
and more.  Then, without warning, the sleeping girl let out a
loud squeal of delight and removed her arms from around Mark and
grabbed his wrists, pushing them away from her midsection.  At
first Mark feared she would maintain her grip on his arms, but
she released them as she flung them away and his upper body was
finally completely free from her.

Wasting no time, the desperate man placed his hands on Pam's
thighs and pushed with all his might, but the sleeping woman's
powerful legs refused to budge and his arms were no match for
them.  Failing to get free of her legs, Mark wisely decided the
first order of business was to get up off the bed.  If he could
at least elevate himself he'd have a better angle of leverage to
break her hold on his lower body.  He moved his hands from her
legs to the mattress and pushed himself up as he slid his legs
off the edge of the bed, pulling Pamela along with him.  As it
had been all along, the scissors hold she had on his legs was
snug but not really tight or painful, just frustratingly firm
enough to hold him captive while allowing him a small degree of
free movement.

For a fleeting moment, Mark achieved an erect posture at the side
of the bed.  Pamela now lay across the mattress lengthwise on her
back with her legs still locked around his thighs and her hands
gently massaging her recently tickled tummy, and incredibly, she 
remained fast asleep.  In his rush to stand up, however, Mark had
forgotten how long he'd been lying on the bed with his movements
confined to intermittent, ineffective struggles against the
sleeping female powerhouse he was living with.  His lower legs
were mostly asleep, and quite numb, so when his feet hit the
floor he quickly lost his balance and fell over.  In fact he'd
probably have fallen over immediately if Pam's legs hadn't still
been wrapped around him.       

Indeed, it might have been better to fall sooner, because he'd of
had a chance of falling backwards or to the side, but with Pam's
legs around him the only direction he could topple was forward.
Mark panicked as he felt himself collapsing back onto the bed he
had just moments ago escaped from.  Pamela's arms were stretched
out on the bed above her head, she was yawning again, and again
her legs tightened their hold on him as he fell forward with his
arms flailing, trying to balance himself.  He fell onto Pamela
and in response she quickly wrapped her arms around his again and
terminated Mark's last best chance of getting away from her.

She rolled over on her side, pulling the helpless Mark along with
her.  Not only had he failed to get free, but now his situation
had worsened considerably - in fact it was virtually hopeless. 
Pam's arms were now wrapped around him even tighter than before,
so he could barely move his own arms.  In addition, previously
her grip had been slightly above the elbow on his upper arms,
leaving his forearms free.  But now her grip was around his lower
arms, pressing them tightly against his body angled towards his
back, so there was no way he could attempt to tickle her again.
Mark tried to concentrate on developing a new course of action.

His thoughts were disrupted by the telephone beeping for a second
time that morning and the clock told him more than an hour had
passed since the earlier call.  As he feared, the voice of his
employer again responded to the answering machine, and the voice
sounded livid.

"Mark...Mark....MARK!!  Son of a bitch!!  Where the fuck are you,
you bastard!  The presentation was brief and went horribly © we
were unprepared and unorganized without your material, the client
was furious!  There's no way in hell we'll land that account now!
If you haven't been in an accident or aren't in a hospital right
now you're gonna wish that you were!  You lost us a big one, and
I'm gonna personally throw your sorry ass out in the street, or
at least whatever's left of your sorry ass after I get through
with it!!"  The phone went dead.

Mark closed his eyes and groaned, he was royally screwed. Even if
he could convince his boss of what happened, his pride would
never let him admit it to the boss, or to anyone else for that
matter.  He again looked over at the large body pillow resting
comfortably on the chair and muttered a curse under his breath.   
He decided there wasn't much of a day left to salvage, but he was
also sick and tired of being trapped in her love embrace without
getting himself any loving.  With the little movement her arms
still allowed him, Mark slowly turned and slid his forearms up
and back until his fingers were pressed flat against her inside
palms.  Using as much strength as he could apply that awkward
position, he pushed against her hands with outward pressure to
see if he could dislodge them.  Mark was really giving it a try
just for the hell of it, he doubted he'd be able to move her arms
than an inch or two, but he was wrong © it turned out he couldn't
move them at all.  Her soft, silky hands held their position over
his like they were bolted in place.

Thinking a variation on his previous near success was the only
chance he had left, Mark began to wiggle his fingers in order to
tickle the inside of Pamela's hands, which is what he'd intended
to do all along.  The method had partially dislodged his captor
before and perhaps it would work again.  Pam began to giggle in
her sleep almost immediately and Mark was relieved to know she
was ticklish in her palms as well as her sides.  Her hands began
to quiver in response to his actions and then she slowly started
lifting them off his hands, much to Mark's delight, but his
elation proved to be short lived.  

Seizing the opportunity he stopped tickling her hands and began
pushing outward on them again, palm to palm, and again this
proved to be a bad case of misjudgment on his part.  He was
managing to push her hands further away, but as he did so they
slid off his own hands and down to his wrists.  He realized his
error even as he felt her soft hands sliding on his skin and
tried to move quickly, but the sleeping girl was quicker still,
and, as if guided by some inborn instinct, her strong fingers
closed around his wrists, firming locking both his arms in place.
Her lower arms returned to their resting place on Mark's back
with his captured hands, which her hands now held clamped in a
raised position.  He could still wiggle his fingers freely, but
there was no part of her flesh he could reach or touch.  Mark
finally accepted the fact that he was in for the duration, he
wasn't going anywhere until Pamela woke up and released him.
What was he going to say to her when she did?

Fatigued by the morning's repeated fruitless struggles, Mark was
feeling sleepy himself.  He'd also perspired profusely despite
the limited movements of his actions; strain, even useless
strain, burns a lot of energy and saps a lot of strength.  Mark
felt smelly, exhausted and weak as a kitten.  All he wanted was a
hot shower and a nap, and since the hot shower was currently out
of the question, he settled for the nap.

He awoke a short time later and glanced at the nightstand clock,
which told him it had been nearly five hours since he foolishly
substituted himself for Pamela's pillow.  Still groggy, he rubbed
his eyes and......rubbed his eyes?.....rubbed his eyes?!?  Mark
snapped awake when he realized he was moving his arms freely.  He
quickly sat up on the bed and looked over to see Pamela laying
nearby him on her back, still sleeping peacefully.  She'd
apparently released him as they both slept and had rolled over
and away from him.  Mark rubbed his legs and wiggled his toes,
then he stretched all his body parts and lay back to relax and
enjoy how good total freedom felt.  His mind was already at work,
pondering what he could do to rectify the situation at his job,
when he suddenly realized Pamela had started rolling towards him
again.

He moved to roll off the bed even as Pamela's arms and legs again
closed in around him and managed to stand erect before she could
secure a tight hold.  He stood up with her wrapped around him but
found his legs were still a bit wobbly.  The weakness in his
legs, compounded with the extra weight of Pam's sleeping body,
brought Mark down to his knees - but at least, he thought to
himself, he was off the damned bed!  He grabbed her forearms in
his hands and tried to push them away without much success, but
did, for the moment, at least prevent her from locking her arms
around his and trapping them.  Her legs were tightening around
his waist (which actually felt quite nice) but Mark wasn't in the
mood for anymore bedroom olympics.

Then Pamela's sleeping body sagged backwards and pulled Mark down
to the floor on top of her.  As they landed with a soft thump her
eyes flickered for a moment and she wiggled her nose in response
to an unwelcome aroma.  Her eyes crinkled and tightened and a
sleepy sounding "wazzat?" emitted from her throat.  Her eyes
flickered a few more times and then opened wide; the pills had
run their course and she was awake.

Her sleepy, but still beautiful, green eyes opened wide in shock
and surprise to find her boyfriend straddled atop her - and then
that unwelcome aroma filled her nostrils for a second time.

"Phew!" Pamela exclaimed as she shoved the weakened, exhausted
man off of her, "If you wanna jump my bones at least take a
shower first - and I'd also appreciate it if you'd wait until I
was awake and willing before you started!" she added with a trace
of anger in her voice.

Sitting up, Pamela noticed for the first time that she was on the
floor, not the bed.  Then she noticed her body pillow on the
chair, and then she noticed the time on the clock.  Bewildered,
she looked at Mark and realized, again for the first time, how
tired and drained her boyfriend looked.

"Mark, what's going on, why aren't you at work?  Why am I on the
floor?" she asked, clearly perplexed and confused, "Are you sick
or coming down with something?" she inquired, a sound of concern
now added to her voice, "You look terrible!!"  

He sat up weakly, supporting himself on shaky arms and looked at
Pamela.  "She doesn't have a clue", he thought to himself; "she
was sound asleep throughout the entire ordeal and has absolutely
no idea of what she did to me, and how easily she did it."  
Mark sat there deep in thought.  He wasn't sure he could explain
to Pam what had happened, and even if he could, he wasn't sure he
wanted to.