He’s my height but bigger than me, solid, like a football player, with strong arms and black frame glasses and wiry black hair covering his torso an... legs. She’s small, curvy, with a cute laugh and a dry sense of humor. We meet for a drink near their place. “Every date is an interview for sex” Freckles once said to me, but with a couple that’s doubly true. We each have a beer, and when we’re done and the waiter asks if we want another we all say no. They invite me back to their place and we sit. It might have been her smiling eyes. Hell, it could have simply been that he was a guy, but whatever the reason, he tingled at the thought of her.He arrived at the shop promptly at 10:00 Friday morning to find that Amanda had arrived a few minutes earlier, leaving the door unlocked for him. The familiar bell sounded to announce his punctuality."Good morning," called out Amanda from the back of the store."G'morning," Dan replied, trying to sound casual."Could you lock the door until we open at. You may be the greatest lover in our high school but you won't see my body again until you begin to treat me as I deserve to be treated." With that, she pushed open her door and started to get out."Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry. That's not what I meant at all, Kari. I just didn't want to waste any time fiddling around with other things." He was getting himself into a much deeper hole."Just because I don't have any boobs yet you think, 'No matter-- forget them--just go for her crotch'. That's NOT. Kinda like a poodle, only cuter and ten times as expensive. My family members are witches, not the broom riding hags you might think of, but reality altering females. My mother and older sister are teaching me even though I am a little bit of a late bloomer. I should have come into my powers about when I turned 15, almost three years ago, but mom says not to worry. I'm worried. I don't want to be at the mercy of my older sister all my life! So what if I wore her favorite sweater trying to.