"I'd melt them down for scrap metal before I'd sell them to you!" he said."Daddy!" she whined. "Jeff won't sell me his torture devices! I think I'm go...ng to cry."A week ago, Jeff would have gotten mad over that kind of teasing from her, but now he just laughed with the others. Maybe his dad was right. Maybe this was what it meant to be mature. And he suddenly realized, maturity didn't have to mean getting all boring after all. In fact, it could actually be pretty fun. He was certainly enjoying. She always had his back and he had to do something really unexpected. He called one of the ritziest restaurants in town and made reservations for 1 PM on Valentine’s Day. He made sure to send his best suit to the cleaners and called a florist and made other arrangements. He knew Colleen would be bowled over. Colleen came in early on Valentine’s morning and saw her desk and the card. She looked at everything and came in to Elliot’s office. Her reaction was NOT anything at all like he had. Her left hand caressed up and down Sams back gently, slowly, taking great pleasure in the tactile sensation of touching her flawless ivory skin. Finally, her hand slid over the firm, gently rounded resistance of her firm buttocks, and she squeezed, gently at first, but increasing the pressure just enough to feel incredible without being too rough. At the same time, her right hand dragged its fingers through Sams sandy blonde hair softly, before dragging over her shoulder and landing on the. “Watkins?” I asked.“Yes, now that you mention it, I believe it was Watkins,” he replied. “Why, do you know her?”I brushed that question aside.If I live to be 100 years old I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for my next thought.And no, my first thought was NOT, “Deena couldn’t have done this,” or “Deena couldn’t hurt a fly.”When I later tried to apologize to her for what I was actually thinking, Deena insisted that an apology was not necessary and she really couldn’t blame me for thinking.