"I'm digging the new dress code"."Huh"? She was confused.My head tilted toward her prompting her to look at what she was wearing. "Oh THIS? I WISH"... she chuckled! "I was just getting my classroom ready for the school year"."Well you've got my vote", I said with a smile that was less friendly than an obvious come on."Well, thank you kind sir", she said as she patted me on the back. "At least someone paid attention".I heard what she was saying. I'd known the intent behind her words before. When her feet touched the ground, I moved my hand slowly towards her waist lifting her gown over her hips and leaving the entire length of her legs exposed – though I could not see or feel them. She giggled and said, “Oh my God! Mera gown poora upar ho gaya hai.” My arms were still around her waist, still giggling, she tried to loosen my arms around her to straighten her gown. I tightened my arms around her and gently pulled her towards me. She suddenly stopped giggling and looked deep in my. “Mini … marshmallows?” “It shoots ‘em hard. Wanna see?” He gave me a demonstration of the gun just outside the room. Like we had done a hundred times as children, we roll-played Army Cadets, leaving a poster board with a hand-drawn target attached to the wall covered in splatters of white fluff. “If I shot you with this, that marshmallow would leave a welt.” “And how do you know this?” I asked, grabbing a handful of the marshmallows from the bag and placing one in my mouth. “I don’t. But. I trusted Kelly she was my best friend who was there for me no matter what. I wouldn't mind her if she did hot rod my car. Although she did make a comment about barking second gear this one time she had to do it and I was even a bit concerned about that but knowing Kelly she was probably just goofing with me she was around 40 years old and was very mature. Whenever I rode with her in her Jeep Cherokee she would drive so slow that I would consider jumping out and would think I could damn near.