It didn't last long and we all finished the joint and alcohol and went our separate ways. I didn't think much of it, I figured she was just very touch... feely when she was intoxicated. And on top of that I was 19 and doubted she had any type of feeling or sexual ideas about me. That night after I got home I received a text from Jackie. She was making sure I got home ok and asked what I thought about the song we had made up earlier that night. As I was getting ready to text Jackie goodnight and. ”I cocked my head.“No vacation for you?”“Not this time, I’m afraid. Work calls.”“I’m Becky,” I said, pointing at my name tag, itself facing up slightly due to the curve it sat upon.“I’m Robert,” he said, reading my tit for confirmation.“So Pizza Pockets and Pabst for the whole week,” I laughed, my shoulders taking slow turns moving forward and back.“Beer is for a guys’ night later this week. I’m more of a wine guy.”“The wine section is over in that corner,” I pointed helpfully. He broke out in. “How about tonight at seven. Meet me in Goods lobby, and don’t be late.”And with that, she picked up her empty tray and left without looking back. She had eaten three times the amount I had bought, and I still had half my hamburger left. I sat there trying to figure out when she had time to eat it all when she had done most of the talking.Then it hit me. I had agreed to go out on a date that night with her. I couldn’t believe it. In five minutes, I had gone from not knowing a single soul at the. I’m Ryan. A normal kid with an abnormal past. My Father was the sort of Army Father that thought that if you did not do everything perfectly, you were not welcome to any sort of love. So, beatings were taken from it. Not fun, seeing as my Father is 6’4” 245lbs, all muscle. Anyways, I had always taken shelter at my best friend, Morgan’s house. She and I lived by each other since we were 7. Oh, I forgot to mention my appearance. I’m 6’0”, 124 pounds, so… a string bean. I have big brown eyes, and.