I’m not talking about ... the you that’s up on stage. I’m talking about ... you.”Liz slid an arm around my waist and put her head on my should...r. She wore heels that made her an inch or two taller than me.“Why don’t you kick off your shoes and relax for a minute before we hit the hay?” I suggested.“I’m going to be up half the night,” Liz admitted. “I’ll just sleep out here tonight.”“Uh, Matt’s going to pick me up early in the morning so I can go rent a car,” I pointed out. “I mean, you can. .. nothing. I was just trying to scare you," Lindsey played it off, not wanting to cause any drama. Still the feeling of his kiss was pressing into her brain.She quickly looked away, getting up to put Final Destination in before laying back down, this time side by side with her friend. She laid against him, Tim instinctively putting his arm around her. The two looked like a cute couple, if only for a while, as the movie soon had both of them jumping and fidgeting against each other.Still,. So that was it. The girl, a big car, it was all perfect, andhe hoped he was ready for it. His s*******n year old sister wasfar wiser and aware of such matters, and her reassurance would bea big help. It was a question of time enough to discuss it, andhe looked at his watch, seeing it was five-fifteen. "What time you expecting Ward?" he asked trying to soundrelaxed. "He's late now." She waved one arm toward the apartmentbuilding. "Sorry I don't have time to show you around. It's 8-A." "Great.. I almost lost my composure at that point but i said my goodbyes and walked away with all these lustful thoughts running around my mind i wanted to meet this milk man and i was going to do my best to find this man and hope to have the experience my perverted mind craved,I drove to this little village every weekend for six weeks and got nothing, i would park my car in the village and simulate wandering about just as my friend had did, i did that on Friday and Saturday night every week for those.