"I tell her and Kelly glares daggers at me. I giggle and walk to the front door. I open it to find a pimple faced teenager. His eyes nearly fall out o...f their sockets when he sees I'm only wearing a robe. I roll my eyes and grab the pizza from his hands. He smiles too big for my comfort and rests his arm on the arch of the door. "Dont even think about it."I glare and he frowns. "But I-"He's cut off by Kelly yelling from the living room."Emily, get back here or I'm fucking myself- and you're not. When she finally did answer me, it was with a small voice, the kind that kids use when they get caught doing something bad, and they are finally getting around to admitting it."My parents don't know that you are taking me to the dance. They wouldn't let me go if they did know. I'm sorry, Larry. I should have said something to you sooner. It's just that I wanted to go to this dance with you."I had already paid for the tickets, $24.00 for the two of them. I had gotten the money from my mother.. I was a clock watcher that day.I arrived at the bar about 5:45PM. I had a couple of cocktails while I anxiously awaited her arrival. Well, 6:30 came and went, and there was no 'she.' Had she changed her mind? I ordered another drink and waited until 7:00PM. A couple of minutes before seven, 'she' entered the lounge. Carrying a brief case and still in he business suit. A dark green blouse, black jacket and black matching skirt, and sporting dark green high heels. We ordered cocktails. She told. If it weren't for Cindyand her being so supportive of him, he would have never experienced suchthings in the first place. He always feared the initial reactions of peopleto his unusual look."Cindy. What are you up to," he said under his breath as he looked aboutnoticing a woman shopping in the next aisle."Be still Mark. I want to see how this dress looks for you," she saidholding it up again to his chest and appraising it. Mark tried to move back,but Cindy held him by the shoulder. "Mark. Stop.