Debbie surprised me then. A big surprise in a day that was full of surprises. She stood up, and as I tried to stand, she wiggled out of her shorts and bent over the table.

"I'm yours." The words were barely more than a whisper, and so wrought with emotion, I didn't know what to do. I could feel the anticipated rejection, hanging between us, and could see she was almost shaking.

Ok. So maybe I'm stupid. With all the people around, and all the trouble already, maybe I should have played it safe. Instead, I bent over and kissed those full, soft cheeks. I pressed my lips against the...