I’m almost done. I’m almost done. Picture me doing a happy dance around my laptop. When I’m completely finished, I’ll call it a victory lap.
It’s Torture Thursday, right?
So here it goes:
“He walked me to do door, holding my hand, told me he’d like to see me again, and then leaned down … oh my gosh, he smelled so good, so clean and crisp and manly.”
Keesh smacks her hand down on her chair, causing our nail ladies to flinch. “Leaned
down and what?” she demands.
“He leaned down … and …”
Hmm. I wonder what he did. And I wonder who HE is. Or WHO he leaned it to.
Could be anybody. Remember, the girls are single. They’re on the prowl, working Double Time to find a guy worthy of their time … well, before they move on to the next one. They can’t too much time with any one dude. Junior year is all about a buffet of hot eligible dates. Or, at least, they’d like it to be.
