“This reminds me of the situation with Daryl first semester of our Freshman year. It’s not totally the same, but close enough. Red is in Georgia a...d I’m here, and you’re trying to decide what to do about it.”“I suppose. I just miss what we had, Yankee,” she said, using my nickname, and conveying a novel’s worth of information with a single word.“Me too, but what can we do about that now? You told Red you’d go with him.”“Not quite. I told him that I’d go out with him when I came home. That’s. Unbeknownst to Deshawn, Friday night's playlist of activities were on repeat. She never wanted him to leave her on Friday. She wanted the night to go on. Plus, recounting every dirty detail of their night, and handing the fine points over to 'Miss Dip-In-It-Keisha' really didn't help her situation at all. C'mon, don't cream your panties at the office, girl. You're seeing him later. "Seriously, like I told you earlier, the night was amazing and not just the sex." "Oh my God," Keisha cut her. I started to get hard, but I let her go anyway."Just in time, sweetie. Eggs?" Yeah!" Somebody's hungry this morning," Lee said as she watched Julie devour her scrambled eggs and reach for a second and then a third piece of bacon."Yeah!"Lee and I looked at each other. Happy kid, that was pretty obvious. I guess no trauma, at least no serious trauma, from the events of last night."Everything OK, Julie?" My spouse asked."Oh, yeah."Barely a pause and she continued eating. She got up to snag a hot. She wore a dark green shirt that brought out the green in her eyes. Steve's date was Pam Andrews. She was like most of Steve's dates, full figured. She was the ideal for the 50s; she was blond with blue eyes and wore a light blue shirt. Steve no longer wore his high school letterman jacket. He was back to a shiny black jacket with silver studs and lots of zippers. He wore the obligatory white T-shirt, same as Paul. It wasn't cool enough for a jacket; it was just a fashion statement. So were the.