Her eyes watered and she looked 15 years old then, not 25. “Sandi, Sandi, what’s wrong? Pornhat “At home,” she said, pulling me down Third Avenue toward her apartment on E. We’d had two dates so far. . “They called a moving company today,” she said. The turbulence passed. Let me hold you.” My erection deflated as she grew quiet. “Finally,” she said as we passed through that door, then another, then into an elevator for the trip to the fourth floor. “Steve Martin.”
“Will you be my wild and crazy guy?”
“Only if you’ll be my wild and crazy girl.”
“It’s a deal.”
Her eyes fluttered open. “Hi Danny,” said the subject line.
