. association! She said it herself, she is a coward. Whatever I did, there was no way I could get her out of my head. As I wiped off ketchup from my u...per lip during dinner, I remembered how her beautiful red lips felt against my face. As I felt the bed sheet rub up against the scar on my arm, I remembered how she carefully wiped it with that soft pink cloth. Looking back, it was inevitable that a pool was forming in my panties. I have had to deal with that dilemma before, but I usually chose. ’ I took a breath before I continued. I had the feeling that I could probably find a different seat without too much trouble, but I don’t think this guy was one to accept a refusal from Katie. ‘Here’s the thing, I don’t think she’s interested.’ That got his attention. He was quickly standing in front of me, albeit, a little wobbly. He was clearly bigger than me. ‘Oh, you’re wrong, boy. Ev’ry woman’s in-tris-tid in me,’ he stated boastfully, emphasizing each slurred syllable of ‘interested,’. "I didn't have anything else planned for tonight. Now do you need me to help with the envelopes?" Enough is enough," Alan answered with a shake of his head. "You're really unbelievable, you know. The only trouble is, I get the distinct feeling that one of these days you're going to walk out of here and start a photography studio of your own." I am," Melinda said, totally serious."Any way I can persuade you not to?" Make me a full partner in this one."The man looked at her, seeing she was. Disclaimers: This story is a work of fiction, and no resemblance to anyone living, dead, or undead is intended or implied. If you think otherwise, you need to get a life. And, while it is quite probably a "G-rated" tale, it does concern itself with themes of an adult nature and no one of a chronological age less than eighteen should read it; those with an emotional age of less than eighteen also need to get a life. A Little Dab Will.