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See Part 1
This is going to be short since I have a final in like an hour in a half. I apologize in advance! So, I'm curled up at the edge of Donna's bed. Yes, that Donna, my assistant Donna. She's curled up way on the other end. We couldn't be any further apart if we were Lucy and Ricky. I can't sleep and I suspect she isn't sleeping either. This please me to no end. "Josh give it to me!" Her voice is agitated. Give it to her? Well if she insists. Somehow I don't think we're talking about the same thing. I turn to face her back. "What?" "The blanket." Oh, the blanket! I can see now that's she's tugging on the blanket. "Donna you have plenty of blanket." I tug back. "Joshua your hogging all the blankets!!!" She's annoyed with me. I personally think it's from fustration but hey what do I know. "Donna, I think if you asess this situation again you will see that you have sufficent blanket for a person of your size." I try to reason with her. Her eyes narrow. It's a little scary. "This is my bed." "You invited me in." I remind her. "Can't you be a gentleman for once." I pretend to ponder this for a second. "No." "Josh!" She's exasperated. I love it when she gets like this. "Donna!" Things almost seem normal. Well except for the fact that we're in the same bed and not power walking though the halls of the West Wing. Then she grabs the blanket with both hands. She really does have superhuman strength because before I know it the blanket is gone. I'm cold. She's going to pay. Her eyes are dancing. She's emerged victorious or so she thinks. "Your really funny Donna." I lay there curled up in a ball. I think the heat is malfunctioning in this apartment. "I know I am Josh. But who has the blanket now?" "You do." "That's right." "Don-" "Good night Josh." She curls herself up in the blanket and turns away from me. I don't shy away from defeat. I'm Josh Lyman. I'm sure Donna has more then one blanket in this apartment. I'm sure if I get up I can find one but it's a hell of a lot more fun to do it this way. I notice a peice of her blanket that isn't wrapped around her like a mummy. Ever so quietly I slide over to grab it. Donna doesn't flinch. She doesn't know. Ha! Ha! I wait a moment, gathering my strength. And then I start my attack. With one fast move I yank the blanket. It unravels and Donna rolls out of it. I must have yanked too hard because she rolls out on top of me. Did someone turn the heat up in here? Her eyes are wide. Her hands are resting on my chest to prevent her from rolling completely off the bed. Suddenly things aren't quiet so funny anymore. She's breathing heavy and so apparently am I. "Josh..." It's a whisper. I gulp hard. Can someone please turn the heat down!! It's getting really hot in here.
TBC.....................
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