"I mean do you still like me?" He said softly. I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Do you want to go to my room?" I asked. He smiled and nodded. I pu... my bike on the back yard and he brought his too because of all the bike theft in the town. We put our bikes down and he followed me into the house. We got into my room and I closed the door. "My parents won't be home until the end of the weekend, they took a vacation." I said. Daniel went and sat on my bed. "Cool" He said. I could tell he was. “Where do you think you’re going, Private?” I asked. “To the showers, sir,” she replied. “I have a private shower,” I replied. “I’d like for the two of you to use it.” Private Lovejoy performed a second 'about face' movement - her boot heels popping as she turned around. She looked at her fellow recruit. “Now I know why you were smiling,” Private Lovejoy remarked. “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Private Thompson responded. “I’m sure, you don’t,” Private Lovejoy responded. Private. Her male alter ego was wrestling for somedegree of control; for a return to dignity and to end this degrading andhumiliating exercise, but her feminine curiosity, driven partially by theagonizing frustration of being locked away, made it impossible for her tostop. She had to see this through to the end, and Sam was going to makesure of it. She was keenly aware of the weight of her conqueror on top ofher. She couldn't have moved even if she had wanted to, but therealization that she was pinned. ’ She laughed again. ‘Okay, stop with all the flattery. You’re going to make me either get a big head or be self-conscious about being around you.’ ‘Sorry. I just call them the way I see them, but if you’d prefer that I stop flattering you then maybe you’d better go somewhere else… like China!’ She smiled and then held her drink in her left hand and held out her right. ‘Jennifer Hausman. I think I’m pleased to meet you.’ She gave me a sly look. I shook her hand. ‘Dennis Johnson. I know I’m.