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Friday?” he asked.
    â€œYes, next Friday.” My poor heart was jumping like it was being kicked. I was biting my nails, making faces at myself in the rearview mirror, and was one breath away from saying, “You know what? Never mind.” I took a deep breath.
    â€œWhy, what’s going on?” he asked.
    The damn question called for a yes or no answer, and he was turning my car into a torture chamber. “Well, my best friend is having a dinner party for her husband’s birthday,” I turned it around on him, “and I know that you still haven’t met a lot of people here, so I thought this might be a good opportunity for you to do so.”
    He broke the silence and a chunk of my fragile ego by saying, “I was wondering how long it would take you to ask me out.”
    â€œWhat?” My mouth flew open. “No, I’m not asking—”
    â€œI’m just kidding. Relax,” he said. “You’re absolutely right. I haven’t mingled much since I’ve been here. Sure, I’ll go.”
    â€œGreat.” I took a breath of relief. “I’ll give you more details next week.”
    â€œSounds like a plan.” Then he added, “What else are we doing?”
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œLet’s go dancing or something afterward. Let’s maximize the evening.” He paused. “I was already trying to figure out a way to turn our workout routine into more of a friendship, so maybe this will be the start.”
    â€œMaybe.” I blushed.
    â€œI mean, it’s hard for me to watch you sweatin’ on that treadmill day in and day out without—” He stopped and chuckled.
    No he didn’t . “Without what?” Call me George, because I was curious.
    He finished in laughter. “Without knowing your middle name or your favorite drink.”
    He couldn’t be serious. “My middle name is Danae, and for the moment, I like a glass of red wine. Now tell me what you were really about to say.”
    Doran asked, “Are you sure you wanna know?”
    â€œYeah.” What the heck? “Why not?”
    He hesitated. “It’s just hard to watch you sweat up a storm the way you do and not wonder how much you sweat in bed.” My mouth and eyes were wide open, and although what Doran had said was absolutely tasteless, I was very turned on.
    Silence fell on us once more. I couldn’t speak, breathe, think, or anything else, for that matter. “Are you still there?” he asked.
    â€œYes.” I tried not playing into his game. “I’m here. A car almost hit me. I can’t believe the way people drive these days.”
    He didn’t buy it. “Did I scare you or something?”
    â€œScare me?” I repeated. “No. No, not at all.”
    â€œGood. I’m sure you’ve seen the way I look at you.”
    I brushed it off. “Well, you stare at every woman that walks by.”
    â€œI look at everybody,” he said. “But you’re the one that I want to touch.”
    â€œTouch?” I needed clarification.
    â€œWould you allow me?”
    If I said no, I’d be a frigid bitch. If I said yes, I’d be a slut. “Damn, I have another call coming in, Doran. I’ll call you back.”
    â€œNo problem. Drive safely, and I’ll talk to you later.”
    In the matter of minutes that I allowed Doran to usher me into a very uncomfortable and miserable, desperate place, I suddenly wished I hadn’t called. He wanted sex, nothing more, and he wasn’t ashamed to ask for it.

~Situation #6~
    Theo
    H aving a locker in high school is equivalent to having an apartment. People you don’t want to see might just stop by, move in next door, or some retard could just drive by with her lights off just to see if you’re home, or to peep out if you have company.
    Trese waited in front of my locker between four consecutive class periods. However, unlike