I didn't get any answer when I called, and there didn't seem to be any strange cars in his parents' driveway when I went past. Was he even home?That c...ompletely ignored a larger question: should I be doing the calling? Wasn't it the boy's duty to call the girl? Didn't he pay court to her, not the other way around?When I was younger I used to be so very smug about how the guy called the girl. Then I watched the agony my brother Rick went through before he called a girl. Of course he saw the. "I get a lot naughtier" she breathed into my ear.I almost choked, for a second I couldn't breathe and my cock twitched inside my jeans, I was so hard I ached. Jasmine turned her head to look out the window again, removing her hand as if nothing had happened, ignoring me. We rode on in silence for a few minutes. I turned my head to look at her face in profile. So fucking pretty, flawless skin and fine features, lips so pretty and soft that I longed to kiss, to be kissed by, in so many ways. Her. . My God! Did I ever."I guess I never really thought about it much before, but I just sort of thought that these days a woman's place is in an office or a courtroom or wherever."Well, today I found an office loaded with brilliant, beautiful, witty, highly-educated women ... whose principal interests are their husbands and their children. Harriet said that Sandy is probably the top trial lawyer in the state, yet I have never seen a woman look so fulfilled as when she put her baby son to her. After showering, she walked into her bedroom and opened the closet. The dress wasn't there. She looked through the clothes hanging on the rack. No little black dress."Where is my…" Carly groaned. "Sam!"* * *As she and Freddie were walking into LAX, Sam's phone rang. "It's Carls." Sam told Freddie."Hi Carls. What's up?" She said as she put the phone up to her ear."What's up?" Carly said. "You know what's up. You packed my little black dress, didn't you?"Sam laughed nervously. "Yeah I may have.