Rogue walked over to a table where Kitty sat staring at the pages of a paperback. Her eyes were wide and they didn't seem to move as she flipped to the next page with undisguised fascination. Rogue stood and watched the process for almost ten minutes until Kitty sighed, clutched the book to her chest and closed her eyes.

"You all right?" she asked the dazed girl at the table.

"Oh, yeah!" she turned and looked to her new friend.

"Then why do you look so pained?"

"I'm not pained. I'm in love." Kitty said in a superior tone.

"In love? With who?"

"His name is Rake and he is everything I have ever wanted in my entire life."

Rogue frowned. She didn't know anyone named Rake. Maybe he was new to the school or in one of the other groups. "What's he like?"

"He is about five foot three and he has a broad chest. He has thick wavy hair that he can't control and piercing brown eyes that could look right into your soul," she whispered dreamily.

Rogue frowned. It sounded a bit like Logan if you asked her. "Why haven't I ever met him?"

"Because he is a character in a book," Bobby laughed as he leaned close to Kitty's ear. "He's a fictional character and she talks about him like he was a living breathing human being. He sounds like a garden tool to me."

"That is because of all the guy's I know he is far superior," Kitty said her eyes narrowing on him. "He's sensitive, brooding, and dark. Yet, he is still gentle."

"What ever!" Bobby said as he pushed away from the table. "He sounds like a wimp to me."

"That's because you wouldn't now a real man if he was standing right in front of you," Kitty said her nose in a decided snit.

After Bobby was well out of sight Rogue looked down at the book in Kitty's hand. "Do ya mind if I borrow that? I've never read one before." Kitty looked a little reluctant, but slid the book over the table.

"Don't lose it!" she admonished.

"I won't." Rogue took the book and went up to her room. Once inside she looked at the book in her hand. The cover and pages were starting to look worn from constant use. The bare chested man looming over a nearly bare chested heroine kinda looked like Logan too. Except no hair on his chest. Which in Rogue's mind was a definite strike against him. That was one of the things Rogue found the most excitin' about Logan. Tossing the book on the bed Rogue went to her bathroom to get a glass of water. When she read she liked to have a drink close by so she wouldn't have to get up.

Going to her bed she found the book open to about the middle. At first she thought it was strange, but when she picked it up, she closed it and tossed it down again it then opened to the same page. She had learned that on Matlock.

"Kitty must really like that part," she thought. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to find out what she found so interesting she started reading.

"Whhuuh," she had only read about five words when she clapped the book shut her eyes wide and her face as red as a fire engine. Shaking it off she opened the book again. Read a few words and giggled. Then started to read aloud and put Logan in place of the hero and herself in the place of the heroine.

"He bent her backward over his muscular arm. "You have put up a good fight, but finally you are mine!" he declared as his lips found hers. "Yes, Rake...yes! Take me I'm yours." She sighed as he impaled her with his manpole."

"BWHAHAHAHAHAHA man-huh. Snickhaha...," She was rolling on the bed in hysterical laughter when her bedroom door was flung open and Logan was standing there along with Jean, Storm and Scott.

"What's with her?" Logan and Scott asked at the same time. They watched as Rogue clapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes glued to Logan's face then she looked at Jean. Almost willing her to read her mind.

It wasn't long before Jean, too, was unable to breath or speak. When she turned and caught sight of Logan she grabbed Storm and pulled her into the hallway and whispered in her ear. Storms eyes widened and flew to Logan's. The next thing Scott and Logan knew all three women were rolling with laughter and muttering something about a man in a pool.

"Scott," Logan looked him in the eye. "Do you ever get the idea that you'll never understand a damn thing they say or do?"