“Hey-y-y-y,” she drawled, all smiles, as he approached. He swayed in sync with her, his chest just inches from hers. His hands drifted up, fingert...ps grazing her exposed sides. She didn’t flinch. So his hands returned to her sides, touched them, and gently slid down, resting on her hips. She let him.Then her hands clasped his upper arms, drawing him fully into her, as she lowered her face and looked up at him with fiery eyes. Their thighs knocked into each other and started to move together, as. Why wasn't Dave persistent when she declined his advances? Her refusals never stopped Reggie from taking her. Reggie couldn't resist her and wanted her more than Dave and now she was Reggie's girlfriend."Fine. You see that Lakers game? Me neither, buddy." Reggie grinned at her while listening to Dave on the phone. "I've been busy with school, man, doing a lot of studying for final exams. Yeah, I'll be happy to help her if she needs anything. She right here. Hold on."Reggie handed Christy her. Now I remember."She stared cautiously at me."Dave...you know her birthday is today? Did you tell her Happy Birthdaybefore you left this morning? Or at all for that matter?"Shit. I'm in trouble.I stood up, leaving the second half of my meal on the table and wentupstairs. I felt terrible. Had I really been so consumed with work thatI had forgotten my daughter's birthday? I knocked on Claire's doorbefore hearing a soft, "Come in." As I walked in, I noticed her lyingdown awkwardly with apparent. Suzie said, “You should have included it as a footnote.”“I didn’t even think of that. I did include footnotes though,” Sean said.“Good. You can’t have enough footnotes,” Suzie said.“I agree,” Sean said.Mr. Kindle cleared his throat and said, “Being of a rather cantankerous nature, Napoleon did the unexpected. He packaged all three flavors together and named it after himself. It came to be known as, “Neapolitan Ice Cream, ‘ as a result of a typo by some idiot typesetter.”“That’s the Napoleon.