He still got shotgun, and he knew that anyone who was looking would seethe cute girl with the nice breasts up front. He felt actually worriedfor a bit... but it wasn't like he had any other friends who mightrecognize him, and at that moment he just really didn't care anyway,any more than he had when he was skipping along yesterday. The onlything that really concerned him was the way his seat belt went betweenhis rubber boobs."All right, what does everyone want for lunch?" Caroline asked."Hey. I chickened out in a major way and helped her out to her car. And then, of course, because the clerk had already been eyeballing me for walking around on the arm of an old lady, I just left, instead of going back in.So I didn't get any condoms.And I sort of didn't think to tell Phee that my mission was a failure.Of course my argument about that was that I still did not believe that anything would actually happen. It's one thing to make out and play stinky finger. And practically every guy I. Anyway, thanks for being considerate, and asking if I was somehow offended by your comments, but no, I wasn’t. I consider you a good mate, and if we can’t laugh and joke about shit together, life’s pretty screwed up.”I put my hand out to shake his, and rather than grip mine in the conventional manner, his fingers wrapped over the top of my wrist.“Special Bro handshake,” he explained. “You’re more than just a mate, you’re a bro – short for ‘brother’ – it’s like you’re accepted into the tribe.”I. ’ Samantha took him at his word and looked around. The large square table, surrounded by the couches had all manner of things on it. Notebooks, loose papers, dishes, books and magazines, a couple of laptops, iPods and some other things she was not immediately familiar with. Most of the books were technical in nature. Things about how to build a network, managing your IT investment and in depth desktop management were just a few of the titles she saw. But there were just as many non-technical.