That sort of thing!" cried Xanthe. "Well, it's the truth. 'For every fay, a catching-day,' 'No armor againstfate,'–and so forth." "Well I still wish...you wouldn't say it." "Honey, you have to have the right attitude. I just love it that so manyhunters want my panties down. It's flattering as all get out. And every timeI get away, every time I make a fool of some predator, I know that, in theend--when a predator finally makes a fool of me–it's going to be thatmuch more explosive, that much. You lose!" I groaned. We made out through the credits and until the lights came up in the theater, but she kept my hands above her waist.Doreen and Doug met us in the lobby when their film ended and we went out to the White Spot for a burger and fries. Each couple shared a shake. We talked and laughed a lot and talked about the movies, but none of us talked about what we did during the movie. Doreen took us on a scenic route up and down the river road before we got Sugar back home at a quarter. ”“Are you guys taking them home? There IS the small matter of who’s going to pay the tab.” The bartender jested.Bob said, “I’ll get that, it’s the least I can ... HOLY FUCKING SHIT. $155? Jesus, for that I’m going to have to use my Amex Card.”Greg smirked, “Don’t forget her shlip. She be nice to us hall nay. Hoe, end make her shiv you my harkeys.”That was the last thing I remembered. When I finally woke up, my head was pounding. Greg and I were on opposite ends of the couch, with our feet. He said that he was enjoyingwearing them and had them on all day since Sunday. I had to confess thatI wore mine all Saturday night after class. Dance class on Tuesday waslike before. Mrs. Robins ran us through stretches then the flexibilitytraining and some more dance moves including cartwheels and splits eventhough we could not get down all the way. The class was flying by andfelt like no time.Wednesday was like Monday where Jeff came over for our run andexercises, but there was one thing.