"That would be nice, and we could take in a movie afterwards."That would be nice, and we could take in a movie afterwards." I offered. "No," she said pausing, bit her lip, and then continued "I'd really like to talk some more with you and if we want to tonight, we could rent us a movie to watch then." "Sounds good to me, say eight o'clock then?" I asked. The park closes at seven, so I'd have to hurry to make it by eight, but I didn't want to push the time back any further. "Why don't you ride with me home since you don't know where I live." Annalyn counter-offered. "But I won't be cleaned up." "That's o.k. I won't be dressed up either." she replied with a slight smile on her lips. I didn't catch her hint though. "Sounds good then. See ya about seven-fifteen." I said. There is always alot of work to be done in closing down the park. I'd just have to start early in doing it and put off the rest till tomorrow. "Bye then." She said smiling, for the first time that day I thought since I had missed her enuendo earlier. She opened the door and let me out. I made my way back to the park and hunted down Cindy ... to tell her of course that I was back on the job, not to gossip. Yeah, I lie pretty bad don't I. Cindy, as any good ole gossipin' girl would do, asked for the whole story. Me being the gossipin' guy I am, told her everything that I had figured out. "So then what did she say." Cindy asked. "Nothing, she just invited me over to dinner." I replied. "Oh, really." A great big smile broke out on her face, her eyes twinkled, and she knew what was coming up. "What?" I asked. "Nothin'." she said curtly. "What!?" I asked again, louder. "Nothin'." And with that she walked off. I could get nothing out of her the rest of the day. She just kept on smiling at me all afternoon long like she knew something I didn't. I suspected that she suspected that I was going to try to bed this girl, but I knew better. I mean I knew Annalyn, we were friends, but I wasn't going to try to lay her as Cindy suspected. Well, I was wrong about what Cindy was thinking, but I was right in that I wasn't going to try to lay her. *** About seven-fifteen, I met Annalyn in the parking lot and we drove to her apartment. |