I’ll bet you even think in limericks, just as I do.” “Why yes!” she exclaimed. “Yes, I do!” She had a sudden urge to kiss him, and she lea...ned over and went for his cheek. He turned his head toward her and when their lips met it was as if an electric shock went through her right to her toes. She quickly pulled away from him, and sat straight up looking at him, her eyes wide open, as a deer stares into the headlights of an oncoming car. He stared back unflinchingly. Even in the moonlight, his. .. it must be Wednesday again. And there I sat, feeling like a stupid old schmuck, until Emily's car glided down the street and parked at the curb.I about had a heart attack when the first thing she did after getting out of the car was to peer in my direction. When she saw me, her face was cleaved by a huge smile. And then she gave a delicate wave, which I promptly returned. Emily turned and fished several bags out of her car, which she carried and deposited on the sidewalk. And then she was. The red sauce streaked away from her rose tattoo, giving the impression of blood oozing from a thorny wound. Jon was not convinced it was an accident. ‘You’re such a slob, Lez,’ Marla chided. ‘Having trouble hitting your mouth?’ ‘Maybe Jon can help me.’ Leslie leaned forward, using her arms to force her breasts together. Jon’s eyes were glued right where they were supposed to be. ‘Oh, stop it, you horny bitch.’ Marla laughed and reached over to scoop the sauce from her boobs. She put her finger. When the light changed and I stepped on the gas she leaned down on the seat as if she was going to put her head in my lap. I put my head on her shoulder and felt her body shake. Her head was buried in her hands. What the hell?Two blocks passed before Laura raised her head. Sheepishly, she peered around, fear still in her eyes. I reached for her and she sidled her hip next to mine and took my free hand in hers. "Snap your fingers, that's all you have to do," she said, placing my open palm on her.