Her dress he recognised from one of the pictures she had sent him, an off-the-shoulder maroon affair, which finished just above her knees. Black sheer...stockings (well, presumably stockings, he could hardly check there and then) and a fabulous pair of high heels, exactly what he would have chosen himself, classy bar sandals. He noticed the ankle chain, the fine make up and, eventually, the look of slight worry on her face. Time for reassurance he decided.They struck up a brief and obviously. Emily was very expressive when she wanted to be. When she was feeling some type of way, she will tell you and wouldn't care how you take it. Tyler stares at the little freckles on her face, thinking about kissing her. When she realized he's staring, she started giggling and taps his shoulder. “Tyler, can you please stop staring? Oh, right, sorry, I guess I spaced out, it's ok, don't worry about me. Anyway, let's continue playing ok.” another reason it is good for Emily to be a tomboy because if. ” You look at your shoes. I want you to watch me. I will your selfish, downcast eyes to search my face, as I was searching yours. Does our love amount to so little?“Obie, maybe if you weren't a radio host..?” The words come softly. I can feel the phrases brewing in me as I talk. If I can keep speaking, I have the bizarre sensation that I'll know what to say. I pick invisible lint off the sleeve of my green jumper. I can tell I have your attention, mostly because of the pause I've chosen. You. I hoped that they were fully under my power now, so it was time to really test it. "You guys sure are confident, but I guess you're like brothers being on the football team together." Yea," Chad said, "It's a brotherhood with a real team spirit." You gotta really trust the other guys," Derrick agreed."Do me a favor and look at each other," and then they did, just like they had before they were kissing, but more relaxed this time. "You guys trust each other deeply don't you?" They both nodded.