What’s your name?”“Carl Buckman.” Like I told you the first time.“Great, Carl, let’s get the party started!” He made another move toward... the fridge.I stepped in front of him again. “Hold it. That fridge doesn’t belong to the college. It didn’t come with the room.”He looked at me curiously. “It didn’t? We don’t get fridges in the dorm rooms?”“Not unless you buy your own,” I answered.It took a few seconds for that to sink in. “You mean you bought that fridge?”“Precisely.”His face lit up. “Well. "You're a good kisser Michelle," Roberta confided. "But I like my womenwearing lipstick."She led him to his mother's make-up table, found "his color", andspread the gloss over his lips until they gleamed deep, wet and red."Now go like this," she said, demonstrating how to pucker.Mike did as she said."Good. Now your lips look nice a full."She put the lipstick down and searched the table."Ah-ha," she cried happily. "Eye shadow. You must try some of this. Oh,and mascara, and blush."Roberta was. I pratim mu koliko toliko izraz lica u retrovizoru,cutao je jedno vreme i vidim polako krece mu ruka izmedju sedista i polako polako tektek dodirne joj d**gi samo prstom dotakne pa polako stavi celu saku preko jedne sise i samo tako drzi i nepomera maj vidim da uziva ali se ne pomera nista nereagije trebalo mu je par minutada krene malo da ih mazi sa tom jednom rukom preko odela ,onda se oslobodio i pokusavao da obgrli prednje sediste da bi mogao joj dirati grudi sa obe ruke maja je samo. Why would you think such a thing?" hereplied defensively."Well ya don't look like much of a man. Ya look more like one of thembiker chicks wearin' that jacket and boots. Ya face is way to purty tobe a boy and besides; I said ya look like a girl. If I say ya a girlthen ya had better be one or I'll bust ya chops. Now tell me the truth,ya a girl aren't ya?" she said ominously. "Yo....you....don't scare me. I'm...errr...not," he began but was stopped by ahard slap to the face. He sat back.