He just wanted to be with Sarah Jane. He wanted to make her happy. He loved her smile and the full throaty way she laughed. He loved her sense of humo.... And she had that British accent – it was cute as hell. But that was a bonus. She was his match intellectually and she valued intelligence. She was the perfect girlfriend for him. He wanted this relationship to be about more than sex. This was a first.The week flew by and soon it was Friday night. He and Sarah Jane were going to a movie (“Romeo. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her in for a kiss, which broke her out of her attack. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced with one another. When I released her she was panting slightly, but no longer upset. I knew she would still be worried about it and was not surprised by her response.“I cannot believe that my parents saw us like that. I do not see how I can look my father and mother in the eye.”“My sweet, your father may be a little agitated, as he had to come to the realization. "When we got to the Mini-Cooper, I opened the passenger door and watched as Juniper gracefully folded her length into the seat. "You had ribs at Ramizotti's," I said. "Do you want some real Italian tonight?" You don't need to feed me," she said. "I know how you guys attack that fancy spread in the clubhouse before and after games. And I had a couple of Boog's beef sandwiches myself. Why don't we just go to your place, maybe have a glass of wine?" My place isn't anything to write home about," I. I sat down with a cup of coffee after serving his eggs. I asked Tim what his plans were for the day.“I have some homework to finish up, and then I’m going over to Terry’s to check on her. This afternoon I am going biking with Matt and Tony. I should be home before dark.”“Okay, I am going to the mall and food shopping. Do you want me to pick up anything for you?”“Chips and beer would be nice.”“Like hell. Ask me again when you are twenty-one, and then it’s only a maybe.”“Okay, just the chips.