”She nods, “Girlfriend?”I look down and shake my head no.“Oh my, a cute young man like you? You must be hiding from them.”I blush, finishing...my drink. She had finished hers already.She refills her glass, another vodka and tonic, a twist of lemon. Another glass of lemonade for me and another shot of vodka, more this time. I watch the glass as her finger goes back into it and stirs.Her finger comes out, dripping a drop or two onto the kitchen table. She reaches over with her finger to my lips.. " I will, mommie," Michelle said with her face full of vanilla cream. "Just as soon as I finish my cone."I laughed at that interchange and of course that cream filled face that just dove right into that towering cone. I really had never seen any piled that high. Nor had I seen anyone love attacking that delicacy with such fun.Michelle's little tongue would point out of her mouth and she'd start at the base of the cone and lick all the way to the top, scooping ice cream onto her tongue. Balled. The fact was, Janice was afraid of losing me, too.Okay, now I knew what I was facing. Maybe I could make Janice understand that I did not envision myself as another Superman or even the Hulk. I set out to convince her that I was going to be just as careful as any other human male when it came to getting hurt. I figured that all I really needed was time to get through her fear. I was resolved to be as patient as necessary. I was in as big a hurry as any other lovestruck male to make her mine,. I let it go to my voicemail. As soon as I heard my exgirlfriend Melissa's voice, I jumped off the couch and answered it....taking my phone into my bedroom. Melissa was upset crying and was wanting to come over. I knew it would be a long night if she came over but my chances of having sex were pretty much guaranteed. I pulled up my jeans and zipped them up. Jess had heard Melissa's voice and poked her head into my bedroom. Jess looked ticked off and I motioned to her it'd be just a minute. She.