“Um... and a bit aroused if I'm honest." "Good, that's all to be expected," she smiles, satisfied, and taps her palm gently against my cheek and p...ants a kiss on my forehead. "And, you know, I like it when you're honest with me." I am warm with pride at her words and almost feel silly for the way they melt into me. Suddenly she's up, standing by the bed, still staring down on me with a cute, devious smirk and hands on her hips. I stare back with inquisitive eyes. What should I do now? . Wanna come in for a ride?” She smiled at me sweetly. “If you ask so nicely, I’d be stupid to say no.” She got in and sat right next to me on the front seat. “What are you doing dressed up like that in the late afternoon all alone on the street?” I asked her a bit accusing. “I’ve got some workout till 5.30 on Thursday s and since it’s summer I didn’t bother to bring any backup clothes” she replied politely. “I see… You sure look great in that dress, Denise.” “Oh, thanks, Marc. Call me Den,. Danny, there’s something I forgot. Did you bring condoms?”“We’re covered there. I grabbed a pack. You’re not on the pill I take it?”“Are you kidding? My mother would never allow that.”“Okay, rubbers it is. They’re not so bad.”“Have you been with a lot of girls?”“Three.”“The Finnish twins and who else?”“Not going to tell. Sorry, but that’s one thing the women in my life drilled into me — no tattling.”“That’s okay I guess. So, three. How many times?”“Maybe twenty? I didn’t cut notches in my. She said nothing, but I thought there was something she wanted to talk about."Well, wasn't there something you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked. "Yes, sense you don't have any plans, could you do me a favor?" Angel asked.She was sweet and charming, how could I say no to a favor?"Sure, what is it?" I asked."Well, if I'm just way out of line, just tell me. Tonight is my ten year high school reunion, and I need someone to play my husband," Angel replied.Then I just had this stunned and awkward.