..Sugar.” I hear you throatily purr into my ear as your agile, lithe and athletic, feminine form saws into my own frame. Seated in this plush leathe... couch, I tremble as your thick, light brown hair sashays against my right cheek as I sit upon my tooo eager-to-caress-you, hands...I feel your soft, warm touch upon my shoulder as your right hand slides just under my coat collar and dives down my upper back, your nails teasingly pressed into my skin through the pinpoint fabric of my shirt...Your. Say those words to us again in six months if you have the balls. Show us you can clean up your shit. Then we can see.’ Ian huffed and looked over his shoulder at his ex-wife. ‘You always had a sharp tongue, Lene.’ ‘Shut up and sit down. You’ve heard what you need to.’ Despite everything Ian managed a little smile. Maybe there was hope. A gift from his daughter to her worthless father. Theodore made his way back to the lectern and picked up the next letter. He wouldn’t make it to the last one at. Jeff got a funny look as he saw the table."We've been living together since I was a freshman." That was last year," I said. "I didn't want us at a table with our parents. I had no idea what my father might say and this way, not only are we not with them, each family has a separate table." You are very wise. Now I understand the basis of this tradition." I don't think it was introduced to keep the peace." I'm sure it was," he said."You do know it's called a sweetheart table?" I had no idea. That. From the other night at the club?” “Oh, hi! I’m surprised to hear from you! So many times people say they’ll call, then you never hear from them again.” “I know, and I don’t want to be like that. So....” “Well, anyway, I’m not too sure what to say next. Would you like to get together sometime?” “Yes, of course.” “Great. When’s good for you?” “I work of course, but I’m free at night.” “Me too. So, maybe tomorrow then?” “Okay. What would you like to do?” “That’s a loaded question for a girl to.