We got out and toweled each other off, making sure not to “over excite” one another. Still pretty mad about it. We grabbed some brunch and I then drove to my house where my dad told me that I would be in charge. It was not the image I wanted to present but I apologized profusely and the judge recessed until I could get a suit. Some fifteen minutes later, I was greeted with a knock on the window and a comment to close my mouth. That I had saved for after dinner. We would flirt in the halls, and shoved each other around, but were never the constantly kissing couple that could be found during class in the dark corner. I won’t go much into detail about dinner but it was the best I could buy without going overboard. If either one of us wanted to sue then we would have to go to the courthouse and fill out the paperwork. I just don’t feel like tonight is right with the lawsuit and all.”
“Thanks, most guys would try to say it is part of consoling.”
“How long have we known each other?”
“5 or 6 years.”
“How often do I act like other guys to you?”
“Not very often, except you all love me because I am a girl.”
“Well…”
“I don’t think tonight is right.
