Each time we had flirted and felt the sexual energy radiating from our encounters. I had never had the chance to ask her out.The company has season ti...ckets to the NHL games and completed a random draw of employees to attend. I had been lucky enough to get my name drawn. They arranged a bus to and from the game for us to enjoy the box seats and free drinks. I was excited to see Dana would be attending as well.As the bus pulled away I took out the bottle of Fireball I had in my coat pocket and. I had grown quite attached to Connie and I could see a future with her under different circumstances, but my hatred where her father was concerned was a great deal stronger than my feelings for his daughter. I admit that it was despicable of me to get at him through his daughter, but I couldn't see any other way to take my revenge without putting me in jail for assault with intent to kill or maim.A week went by and it was reminiscent of my breakup with Samantha. A dozen calls a day on my cell. "Looks like we're going to have to postpone our date," she added matter-of-factly."B-But, Monica..." I stammered. "I have reservations for us at Chez Paul! And...I have a gift for you."I handed her the velvet box containing her bracelet. She tore it open and marvelled at the expensive piece of jewelry."Wow, this must've cost a pretty penny!" she said. That was it. No" thank you" or anything."We'd better go, Monica," I said, after I realized that she wasn't going to thank me for the expensive. But it was dark enough to make her skin seem pale by comparison. She liked her hair color, and had never given any thought to dying it red or blonde or black or any strange color. She just knew her hair wasn’t an asset to her physical appearance. She brushed her fingers through it absentmindedly. Brian noticed. ‘Your hair, Jenni,’ he said tenderly. ‘You always take care of it so well. You keep it all shiny and soft.’ She smiled and blushed a little. Actually, as she looked in the mirror, she.