"What this time?" I asked.She smiled and said, "When men look at their nails they normally curltheir fingers over in a fist. Girls spread their finger... out like youjust did." That's ridiculous," I said, but immediately put my hands behind myback."Too late, honey," she whispered. "Don't worry; it will be just ourlittle secret."Lisa pushed me down into the chair and took off the scrunchie that heldmy hair in the ponytail. She brushed it out with her fingers, all thetime making disapproving noises. Scared to look left or right, you continue driving. You can’ help but notice the red truck on your left keeping a steady pace with you. As traffic comes to a stop, he eases up next to you. You notice as he turns to take a look at you. “Only one look, I’m still in the clear”, you think to yourself. Reaching to change the radio station, your blouse opens a little, catching the eye of the driver. He looks over as you both make eye contact. A shot of anxiety rushes over you, knowing what has to. It was Christmas Eve and we’d been drinking together at her place all night. On the sofa we necked on, but since she had a BF already (I was single), we mutually agreed not to take it any further. Anyway, we both quickly got ‘tired’ and needed to go to sl**p. I managed to persuade her to share a bed with her. She was wearing grey sweat pants and a black tank top. She had a bra under the top too. For some reason, instead of changing into PJs, she just climbed into bed fully clothed. She had her. My date grabbed my hand. "It's just dinner. I've already ordered. Besides, you've been divorced for what a year now? You can't avoid each other."He was grasping at straws. I knew he didn't want to cut this date short. His hand felt warm. I hadn't felt someone hold my hand in a while. I had to admit that it felt good.I tried to fake a smile, I'm sure it came out ugly, and I quickly stopped, but I stayed planted in my chair, ready to face the evening.I still couldn't remember my date's name..