Things started to get hot and heavy with Renee and Chris. After three weeks of great dates and innocent make-out sessions, things turned more adult.
Just as it seemed the deal was going to be sealed he stopped and asked her, “What number will I be?”
Shaken from the moment, she looked him in the eye and said she didn’t know. “What’s in a number?”
She puckered back up, but Chris lay motionless staring back up at her. With a sigh, she rolled over and counted on her fingers.
“You have to count!” he expelled.
She did and she was embarrassed, but I say don’t be. Honestly, what’s in a number?
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