You're a catch," Brett replied, unsure of if he wished that he wasa catch like her or yearned to have been the one to reel her in."Thanks, Chantal. I ...ust wanted this so bad. I can't believe he finallymanned up and popped the question. I was beginning to think he neverwould." I'm happy for you," Brett replied as he forced a smile onto his face."I'm going to tell the others," Maria replied."Do what you got to do," Brett replied as he went back to typing up theletter. Brett found himself pausing. ..Disclaimer: Story contains both consensual and non-consensual sexual situations and pharmacological situations that your local politician and/or grandmother may or may not approve of. Nobody was harmed and no laws were broken in the making of this piece of fiction, and drugs are bad, 'em kay?------------------------------a prototypical university campus in the modern day-------------------You've got to make a delivery today, and it's going to be a good one: a couple of beauties at the local. We went to see a ballgame. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. This is supposed to be a story about hot sex. So, I should pepper the narrative with double entendres about baseball and hot, man-on-man action. But, no. It was just a game. Although, I was getting frustrated. I wanted, at least, another kiss. I wanted to touch him, but, I had to hold back. For one thing, we were in public. And for another, this was only our second date. I didn't want to be a slut, did I?The night ended. ‘Uh…Raven, I’m going to need you to come to the sheriff’s office today so we can get a set of your fingerprints.’ Raven stopped eating and asked quickly, trying to disguise her alarm, ‘Is that really necessary, I suppose it is?’ ‘Yes…Raven.’ Her thoughts were disturbed and she remembered a phone number that she had which was filed safely away in case of problems. There hadn’t been any reason to use the number…until now. Jordan’s thoughts were disturbed in another manner. Her heart seemed to.