"You are, hon."You are, hon. Just thinking about...things. I mean, I want you to feel comfortable around me, but that isn't really what I was looking for...if you know what I mean." "Yes, I know what you mean, and I wish you hadn't said that." STRIKE TWO -- I gotta learn to talk from the heart and not from the balls or booze. This one is gonna hurt! "Why not," I asked, trying hard to salvage what little bit of decency that was left in this conversation. "Well, I was kinda thinking the same thing. You seem like a really nice guy and all, you actually seem interested in what >I< think and want AND you give good massages..." That last bit threw me. I hadn't realized that I had not stopped rubbing her neck and shoulders. "...but I feel a little uncomfortable about having Steve around" "How about this," I said, as I stopped massaging her temples. "I'm going to get back to the party. I really don't want to cause you any discomfort about Steve and I certainly do not wish to screw up any chance you have with Steve of having a relationship. Maybe some other time we could do something about these urges of yours...little girl" I said, rubbing the inside of her leg just above the knee. "SIGH...I'll see you later then." * The party began to slowly die down after a couple hours and people began to wander home. "Ummm, can I get one of you to give me a ride home" Mike asked, his speech only slightly slurred. "Jesus, man, what the HELL did you do to yourself" "Jim and I had a contest to see who could drink the most punch...Jim lost" "Barely, it seems. |