.." I'm not joking!" I scowled as I snapped at her and withdrew the zapper from my pocket, putting it on the table. "There you go. It's dangerous. Tha... makes all the girls horny."She snorted and giggled. "Yeah, right. I'm not that gullible. So what happened? Seriously, tell me!" I've told you," I replied, slightly aggrieved that my concern at telling her the truth seemed to be woefully unvalued. "I have this invention and..."She held her hands out and shook her head back, moving her brunette. I assure you, I'm quite harmless!" You just don't understand," Emma pleaded. "This is all my fault. I know how it must have seemed to you. At the store. I really don't blame you -- not at all! After what I did, why wouldn't you assume I was interested? But... I wasn't. I'm not -- interested.... In meeting you here, or anywhere!"Emma's voice was quavering, but she continued to try to reason with the man. "Well, it's just terribly embarrassing. What I was doing, at the store... it wasn't meant to. Maybe I should have told you how I truly felt deep in my soul before you had picked up and resettled in another city. Oh we still kept in touch, yet this grew more and more less frequent, until finally I heard nothing from you for some time. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, then quite suddenly, you appeared once again. No longer being attached myself, I slowly and carefully divulged more of my truest feelings, hoping that you might in some way feel the same. Happily you did. Tommy was confident that Charlene’s exposure to the neighborhood was intentional, and considered that she might want to go even further. He turned his head toward her and casually remarked, “Last night you wouldn’t take the shirt off, you said because of Dave being there, but he’s not here tonight.”Charlene, while looking out the window, Yeah, I do want to take it off, and sounds like Tommy might like that too. She turned toward him while still sitting on the window ledge. With her back turned.