"He thought, Whoa! Warning alert! Danger, Will Robinson, danger! Is she giving off a sexy vibe or what?! This is not what I expected.She took his hand... as a friendly gesture before speaking.But before she could, he pulled his hand away. He waved it around with a pained expression on his face, like he'd just touched a hot oven. Then she realized he was hamming up his comment about her being too hot to touch.She laughed heartily, and the rest of her nervousness faded away. "Very funny, wise guy.". Could it?When have I ever been wrong about anything? Jack had asked her earlier in the day.Emily kept thinking of that. And the fact that Jack looked more like a model out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog when he walked into the kitchen in the morning, rather than his usually chubby, smelly, zit-riddled loser self.So she kept dutifully putting in the earpieces, in between classes, whenever she could.The crazy thing was, Emily thought they were making some sort of difference. Her calculus. I snuck through the bushes, and found a boy my age, with short, rough-cut red hair skinny-dipping in the stream. So I boldly jumped out and yelled "Boo!"The kid saw me, screamed, slipped on a rock, and disappeared under the water. Knowing that there was just enough current to be dangerous, I jumped in and dragged the struggling and gasping kid to shore. Once I pulled him out of the water, I realized that "he" was really a "she".When she finally spit out enough water to breathe properly, I told. Finally, she put some throwpillows against the armrest and told me, "Look just turn sideways andlean against the pillows." She then sat between my legs and tried to getherself positioned, so her head was resting on my chest, carefullybetween my boobs.It took several tries for her to find the right spot and I tried to jokewith her, "With you being so much taller maybe I should be the one layingon you."She sat up and turned to face me, "I don't think so Mister. Isn't itsupposed to be the girl.