I was surprised to see her so provocatively dressed. “What are we drinking?” she asked. Holy Mother of God, she looked good and she smelled good a... well. “Oh wow!” I remarked. “I feel under dressed.” She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed. “You’re fine,” she replied. “Fortunately, I like men in uniform.” I had to laugh. I ordered two mixed cocktails. “Do you want to sit on the veranda?” I asked. “No,” she replied, “This is fine.” We spent the next half hour talking about the Battalion. Emma hears him do so and realize that the paddle will be close at hand all the time. Her sorrows over not being on time again make tears run down her face, running the mascara some.After fifteen minutes, which have been torture for Donald too, except for watching Emma’s rosy ass quiver as she sobs. He comes up behind her, turns her to him and using a cloth handkerchief, first wiped away her tears and mascara, then holding it to her nose telling her to blow.His tenderness over this all and the. I had 87¢ on me which was more than enough.At first things didn't go well for me but then I started to see how the different guys were playing their hands. For example, every time Tim got excited meant that his dad Peter had a good hand. Whenever Rock spent more time staring at my blouse instead of his cards, meant he had a bad hand. I had worn a short jeans dress with peasant blouse, over to Al's house. The blouse gapped open in the front whenever I leaned forward and it became obvious I. Despite whoever found it nice or dull, that wasn’t the focus of the year. This year, the senior year, was supposed to be the best year ever. Everyone was finally starting their young adult habits and finding out what they liked or didn’t like in a lot of senses of the words. Now there were several amazing things that were supposed to happen senior year, valentine's day was supposed to be a whole new level of exciting, not to mention the girls' choice dance, the various sports events, and most.