She shook her head, “No, you aren’t. You’re just nervous because you’ve been interested in me since I turned fourteen and you were sixteen, or... maybe seventeen!”“You knew?” I gasped.She smiled, “Girls always know! It’s no secret when boys like us! Why did you never come talk to me?”If there was ever a time for absolute honesty, this HAD to be it.“Because I was scared to death of being rejected!” I said.“So instead of talking to me and having a chance, you didn’t ask and had no chance anyway?”I. Two years of marriage, and I still have no idea. I mean, she's given me the standard, "you make me laugh" response, but it really doesn't feel like the whole story. I'm just lucky I guess. It's not like I make more money than her, because I know I don't.I mean, I'm no prize. I'm only five foot ten, although if you measure to the top of my naturally spiky light brown hair, you'd get six feet. My eyes are weird, depending on what color I'm wearing, they range from green to gray, and even then. " He said. Tim had to have one, this workshop had two of everything, but he could not find a jack anywhere."I have one in the trunk." Abbey said, walking around Phyllis. When she produced it, Kenny rolled his eyes."What?" She protested."You're fucking crazy if you think I'm crawling under your car with nothing but a scissor jack holding it up." What's wrong with this?" There's a reason they call those widow makers." Well how else are we supposed to change the goddamn oil?" Abbey was getting. "I just grinned and pushed Ivory's trousers further down. "I need a hand here," I said once I couldn't reach further down."Give him a hand," Ivory said and leaned back on the bed.I leaned over her and we shared our first kiss. It was cautious and seeking at first, lips tasting lips, tongue tips caressing gently, but when Ivory moaned and pulled my head to her, I held her harder as well and our kiss became hot and passionate.Suddenly she whined and pushed my head away. "Please," she said,.