Sue glows as she sees her favorite little cutie. You step in, trying to act morose despite the flattering feeling of being so enthusiastically welcomed.
"Hey, Sue. Is Sarah here? You wouldn't believe what happened to me just now. I got a flat!"
"Aww, I'm sorry honey. And no, Sarah is out right now. I don't know where she went, actually. You look good, Tim. Have you been working out?"
Sue feels your bicep and digs in ever so slightly with her fingernail. It turns you on more than you'd like to admit. You try to hide your blush but it's no use.
"Well, not really Sue. Just the same old Tim. Um, I was hoping to hang around for a minute to see if Sarah get's back."
"No problem, doll. Hey, I'll get you a beer to drown your sorrows about your car trouble. Sound good?"
"Damn," you think to yourself. "Maybe she really is a keeper. I swear this girl can read my mind."
"Um, yeah. That would be great. Thanks Sue," you reply with your best practiced stoicism.
Sue disappears for a couple minutes. It's taking her a while to get that beer, darn it. You plop down on the couch and turn on the T.V. Reruns of Always Sunny. Perfect. You've come in in the middle of an episode. It's the one where the gang tries to dupe the welfare system. A real classic. It's getting toward the end when Sue comes back in with two beers.
"Here ya go, stud."
She hands you one of the beers and sits ridiculously close to you. You take a couple satisfying gulps of beer.
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