. even though it wasn't offered the year before. I was denied the class because I would be 17 before school was out. I couldn't get a license without ...rivers Ed until I was 18. Doesn't sound like much.Imagine the frustration of a young man who was surrounded by a sea of drivers; all of them in the same grade. The first commandment of teenaged girls was: THOU SHALL NOT DATE A CAR-LESS MALE. And the second was like unto it: THOU SHALL MAKE OUT IN BACKSEATS ONLY. No car, no nookie. Not even stink. “Then why are we going out to dinner?”“Maybe because I want to go out to dinner with you. Well?”Okay, so I’m fucking dense. I still wasn’t getting it. “Uh, not work? You mean, like just you and me?”He looked both worried and amused. “Like a date sort of dinner. Listen, Amber, if you don’t want to, just say so.”Holy shit! A date sort of dinner! Jack wanted to go out with me on a date! Oh, my God! My jaw dropped, but I clamped it closed and quickly nodded, “Yeah, sure, okay!”“Good! Should we meet. " I stand and his huge eyes follow me up, staring at me with a look I recognize, it’s a look I would give. I really do have the power here. He really does want to submit to me. I grab his chin, pulling his head towards me, savoring my pussy on his lips as we kiss, soft at first, but then deep and hard, our tongues in perfect synchrony. I realize I’m sighing with need as we kiss again. I’m shocked with myself when I pull away and slap him hard across the face, shouting, "That’s for fucking my. I just don't know when I can get away, Raven." Today! You will meet me at Starbucks downtown near Alhambra and Stockton. Be there at 4."I heard the line go dead. She hung up and didn't even allow me to answer. I thought of my options: I could ignore her - and probably at some point in the future have her call back. ( I might not be so lucky next time if my husband answered - which might lead to an uncomfortable [for me] conversation between my husband and Raven); Or, I could go and meet her and.