I wanted to end the evening on a positive note. I’m doing it because I like Mrs. “My, my, Oliver,” Ashlynne said in a pompous voice. He drove us to a house that was hosting a football team party. I felt myself harden. I wanted to. Good to see you again.”
“Good to see you, Oliver.”
“Is that a new shirt?”
“How would you know if it is a new shirt if you’ve only met me once
before?”
Duh. I don’t keep track of the
love lives of other cheerleaders.”
“Okay.”
“Anyone at your work you’re thinking of asking out?”
“There’s someone my age who has expressed interest in me.” I paused for
the punch line. “What are you going to do?” she asked. And don’t worry that much about being vocal – I’ll appreciated
whatever you do.”
I grabbed her hips at where the white bikini marks narrowed the most and
buried myself as deep as I could go. I
responded to my nerves by being quiet and Ashlynne responded by talking
more, so the drive consisted of Ashlynne prattling on with me occasionally
saying something in response.
