"That's exactly right! Great job!" I lightly touched his arm to congratulate him on his answer. "Thanks," he was beaming. Maybe I sent the wrong messa...e though... He leaned in a little at first, and then a little more, and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine. I hate to be cliche, but I felt sparks. Little electric tingles pulsed through my body as I kissed him back. But reality hit me, and the spark died. I pulled away abruptly, my eyes wide. "What are you doing?!" I cried. "What do you. K. I was just wondering, Paul ... now keep in mind, this is still kind of awkward. We haven't talked much about this outside of the bedroom..." Paul looked patiently at Carly. "Well, OK ... I was wondering if, you miss..." If I miss what?" If you miss being with Paige. I know, like I said, that we haven't talked about the, you know, relationship part ... just about the sex, in bed ... which has been really fun by the way. But I mean, since we haven't been able to be together with them for a bit. Then they gave us a pill - Viagra or something of the likes. Fuck, they played hard. "Part one, we are going to play a game. Remember when you played 7-up in school. Seven people were up front, and went to touch one of their classmates. If you were touched when your head was down, you got to guess who touched you. If you were right, you were rewarded. If you were wrong, you had to sit down and sulk. In our case, the people up front are the ones getting touched, and in some cases, someone may. She didn’t need that extravagant display as visual proof that she loved him and that they belonged with one another. She’d be happy with a copper or silver cigar type band, so long as it was from him. They were like that with everything, unfortunately. They were at the very opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to how each viewed life, how each viewed the carbon footprint that they took up on an already overcrowded planet, and how each viewed their personal responsibilities regarding the.