I mean thanks, but... well I was gonna say something but I’ve sort of forgot now.” “Ha ha! Mong!” She quipped. It always seemed harsh when sh... called me that but I’d come to know it as a term of endearment from her. “Ha ha!” I chuckled back uncomfortably. ‘Nevermind. It was stupid anyway’ I thought. Nothing was going to happen. Forget it. The car turned onto her street. My hands visibly trembled and I repeatedly shuffled about as the driver slowed to a halt in the middle of the cul-de-sac. In his entire life he had been on two official dates,everything else was spending time with his female friends or nightsquietly at home with a good book.Girls just never seemed interested in him romantically. Every girl heeventually professed his love for would look at him sweetly and reply, "Ilove you too... you're like my brother."And so Andrew found himself out at Odessa, one of the hot local clubs,with two of his "sisters" and their friend Chet.Chet was a virtual stereotype of his name. . "Robbie, they were incredible. Where did you learn to cook like that?" Robbie could cook better than, ur, her mother when she was six." Roberta has many talents," I said, conscious of the many sharp instruments near her hands."Yes she does," her dad agreed.I'd been invited to dinner and a tour of his collection. He'd picked Robbie and me up after practice, started dinner, and then showed me the two dozen guns he owned. I especially liked his first gun. He'd found it in South Carolina when he. "Maria nodded, and didn't answer.Camille told Sherry and me to come quickly.We followed her out of the locker room and into the gymnasium. The cheerleaders stood together in a group. Lynette smiled as she saw the three of us."Really thirty seconds?" Lynette asked Camille quietly."Danny seems to be all thumbs and fingers!"Lynette laughed and just nodded. She turned to one of the cheerleaders that was carrying a sports bag with her. "May I have the paddle, please?"I quietly turned to Camille. "I.