Err..." John, you can call me John. I'm sorry for disturbing you then Miss." That's perfectly okay John, well, I have to be going, good-bye" Good-bye,...oh, by the way, what's your name?"Again Suzie felt the grip of panic, she had to say something. "Janice, my friends call me Janice."The walk to the parking area seemed to take forever. Running was out of the question; it would be like letting a dozen cats out of a very large bag.'Don't look back, don't look back', Suzie kept thinking to. I blurt out, ‘Men and dogs have something in common!’ Oops. Didn’t mean to say that. He leans in, wide-eyed, like he wants more. He’s closer than usual but no more than when we dance. The tension feels good but I look down, look up and think how to back out of this conversation. I shouldn’t be discussing testicles with salseros, even in the sexually-charged vibe of the club. He must see my demeanor change and returns to the original subject. ‘ I go online a lot, too. Time flies in those chat. No matter how much his eyes unnerved me, the rest him was the fire to my moth. I soaked up every bit of information about him. I knew he played football in college and came from a small town named Kissimee (how romantic!). He is the middle brother in a family of three. The eldest is named Deacon, Deke for short, and the youngest is Hunter. And if they looked anything like Tristan, I would seriously consider a foursome with me and all three Gages in a Gage sandwich. There had to be some black. "Did you enjoy your lunch?"He asked, knowing the answer. I simply nodded like a dummy.On the drive back Tom mentioned that there was only one more class today,that was right when we returned, the rest of the day was prep and studyhall time. We got back just in time for the lunch bell to ring and thehalls to fill with hustling k**s. Fighting our way through the crowd toroom 206 was a challenge, and Tom's hand soon found its way to the small ofback gently guiding me along. As we walked I felt his.