Okay?" I feel dorky wearing a dress!" Let me put it this way then. Since you are not going to be allowed tostay inside all of the time, and you'll cer...ainly be with me when I domy errands, would you rather feel dorky and look the way you do now? Orwould you rather feel dorky and look like the girl on the screen?"That wasn't really a question, it was a threat posing as a question, butshe did have a point, and as much as I hated the idea of it, I gave inand agreed with her, which made her smile,. "Yes," she finally said."Patty, I think you also like, or need... a lot of... reassurance... sometimes... about our relationship. You wish we could be together more."There was another long silence. It made her sound like an insecure ninny, and she started to object. Then she thought of how the daily interaction with Van had slowly turned her head around. "Yes," she finally said softly."You know that won't really be possible until next school year?"Patty began to panic. Bobby was leading her. ”“You think so, huh?” Béla replied, smiling down her bare body at him. “I had a really great pizza, an incredibly exciting game of ‘darts’, we watched ‘Grease’, and if I recall, you fucked my brains out – three times. What part of that do you consider the disaster? And you’d better not say ‘that third time’...”“Okay, you win,” Jake laughed. “Last night was okay. We had fun.”“Okay? Fun?” Béla glared at him, now. “You need a lot of work on your social skills, buster – especially the part about. The lasttime Michael drove this car HE had been six feet and four inches tall.Once all of the proper driving adjustments were made, Partenza startedthe engine and proved the lie behind the 'woman drivers' stereotype,pulling out of the parking space smoothly and slotting the car into theroadway as she drove off base with the idea of getting a little chow.Michael searched the radio dial for a decent tune and finally found onewith a good beat that made her feel human again. She drove alongWyoming.