"I mean, I've seen the guy a couple of times and he seems nice." He IS nice," Key said. "He's not full of himself and tryin' to prove some sort of 'st...reet cred' by acting ghetto and treating women like fixtures in a rap video." She saw my expression and rolled on. "I want a guy like Dad, not some baggy-pants'ed bozo flashin' gang signs." Don't egg 'er on, Stoney," Jo said, "Unless you want to hear one of a series of presentations entitled 'Keshia's Observations On Positive Role Models'."Key's. Knowing, somewhat, how I came to be in this situation lessens my fear quite a bit and now I’m just angry. Really angry. Who the fuck do they think they are? Too close. He’s too close. I’m now within his arm’s reach. Had I been standing, I’d never be able to reach his eyes since I’m only 5’5 and he seems to be over 6 feet. As if guessing where my mind had been, he leans closer and whispers right into my right ear, “You should be happy, Lex. All your dreams, your darkest desires, will come true. ’ He mumbled: ‘She just split up with me…she thinks…’ he paused, ‘she thinks we’re sleeping together.’ Kylie was taken aback at this. She had always been fond of him, yet treated their flirting more as a bit of fun than anything else. She poured him a glass of wine and he began to bear out his soul to her. As he talked, they drunk more and more, and Kylie began to wonder whether they could be more than just friends. ‘The thing is,’ he finally said: ‘I sometimes wish it were true.’ He stood up. I will be okay, she said, leaning against the counter. Kyle watched her as he took a sip of orange juice from the carton. She was wearing her green tank top and blue jean mini skirt. He put the orange juice back in the refrigerator and pressed himself against her. You look so sexy, he whispered in her ear as his hands rested on her hips. Katie kissed him, unbuttoning his jeans as he lifted her onto the counter. He smiled and helped her remove his pants and boxers. She lifted her hips and.