The place she chose for dinner was a small, intimate restaurant that was perfect for lovers. For a brief second, Noah allowed himself to contemplate ...that the sexual attraction he felt for Andrea might be reciprocal. He held her chair out and took her wrap. He "accidentally" caressed her smooth shoulders, or at least he hoped that it had seemed accidental. Once seated he quickly placed the napkin in his lap to hide the protruding appendage that threatened to betray his deepest desires. Noah. Try to use the money to get you and your dad out of that god-forsaken trailer you call home. I know either of you is happy with it, and both of you deserve better. Don’t worry about my house. Willow is going to start to liquidate it and everything in it for me as soon as you are finished with him. He’ll send me the money, and that’ll be that. This brings me to the last part of this letter. I told Mr. Willow to leave you alone to read it. If he hasn’t, ask him to now. You’ve surely figured out. It hadn't helped that thoughts of Mary-Jane and my not-so-ghostly sexual experiences kept creeping into my mind. I wondered what she looked like. I've had always had a thing for blondes. Not even in a super dirty way, I had just always found girls with blonde hair to be incredibly cute. Especially when it fell around their face, kind of messy. Like she had just come back from running.The first girl I'd ever kissed was blonde, the kiss that barely counted. The only high school party I had ever. It worked well. He then opened his laptop and asked me if I would like to see a demo of the features of the system. I said “yes, but let me bring you some water first. I am sorry I forgot to offer you anything.” I went inside, while he sat on the sofa putting laptop on the table in the front and booting it. I came back with a glass of water and while I was offering him, I pretended to slip and pour some water on his shirt. Although it was deliberate, I tried to sound like it was genuine mistake.