Then she looked up with the last bite in her hand,

"Hey, are you going to eat that?" she asked me, looking at my half-eaten burger, and I still had chips and my slice of peach pie.

I laughed, started smiling, and chuckled under my breath.

"No, not at all, here, princess," I told her, sliding it over to her.

She grabbed me, and I heard her moan, and I swung back, moaning and groaning; hearing her was too much, and I was trying not to touch her, but I knew she wasn't doing it on purpose and intentionally trying to be turned on.

But I can't help being around...