You do want me to be happy, don'tyou baby?" Of course, but what else could you possibly want me to do?" To complete your outfit tonight, I want to put...some clear nail polish onyour fingernails. Nobody but you and I will know and it will make me so hot.Here, give me your hand."Reluctantly I watched as she opened a new bottle of nail polish and startedpainting each nail with what looked like a clear pink color, "I thought yousaid it was clear polish?" Oh it is honey; I bought this special for you. He was married to his work and other things but he always made time for me.We would always set up dates to keep our relationship special. Today would be one of them. I loved our lunches we shared, but if I thought about that for the next twenty minutes I'd get absolutely nothing done. So I put my head down and got some work done. Time flew by as I put the finishing touches on a chapter of my novel. An alarm went off on my phone telling me it was lunch time. I threw my laptop in my bag, then. .." I countered. "Everyone does weird stuff at parties..."Brianne nodded. "You're right. But usually guys make out with girls atparties. They don't make put on booty shorts and make out with otherguys."I lunged forward angrily. "You made me put on the shorts!" Mhm. And you kept them on until this morning. I also made you kiss him.But I didn't make you do it for almost twenty minutes and then do itagain at midnight."I sighed and felt tears coming to my eyes. "It didn't mean anything." I think. .. ‘?” Lara asked.“Sounds about right,” he replied.Gwen clicked her sticks and we tried to jump into the section. After a few bars, we locked into the feel of the song. The slowdown approached. We were slightly ragged at dissipating the energy into the silence, but maybe it was close enough. Then we watched Tommy; despite my earlier warning, he waited so long that even I thought the song was over.“Naw,” he finally said. “Naw, this won’t work.”We released the held chord.“What do you mean?”“It’s.