You’re smart and imaginative. You’ll find somewhere… ??
Just as long as you know that someone will find them later.
Sara:
No offense, but it sounds kind of easy in comparison to what I did today.
Operator 69:
It might be. But it might also be harder than you think.
Plus, the fun of this challenge comes AFTER you do the deed. ??
Sara:
Okay if you say so. I’ll do it.
Operator 69:
Good girl. Now get some rest.
I’ll be busy during the day, but I’ll be waiting to hear from you tomorrow night.
Sara:
Can’t wait.
Operator 69:
Sweet dreams, sexy.
Sara:
Goodnight, Ian. ??
SIX
My lacypink thong is balled up in my hand when I return to my seat in the coffee shop the next morning. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and try to reassure myself that no one in the café knows what I’m clutching under the table.
“May I sit here?”
I nearly jump out of my skin until I realize it’s just Will. “Jesus, you startled me.”
He offers me a wry grin. “Sorry, I seem to be making a habit of that with you.”
“It’s not your fault. I’ve been…distracted lately.”
“If I promise not to distract you too much, can I sit with you? The place is packed today.”
He’s right, there isn’t a single table open. “Of course,” I say. “It’s a free coffee shop, after all. Well, thecoffeeisn’t free, obviously, but— Oh, you know what I mean.”
Will chuckles as he slides into the booth opposite me and quickly sets up his laptop. Then he holds out his hand. “We never properly met. I’m Will Ferris.”
I start to raise mine but realize at the last second that I’m still clutching my thong in my right hand. Panicking, I don’t do the logical thing of switching it over. Instead, I do an awkward left-handed shake before pulling away and tucking it back under the table to help conceal my contraband. Will issues me a questioning arch of his brow, so I try to distract him from my weirdness with inane conversation.
“Do you get a lot of Ferris Bueller jokes, coming from Chicago?”
“Not as many as you’d think,” he says with a grin. “How’d you know I’m from Chicago?”