Mark saw my face and instantly was out of the car asking me what was wrong. Krissy had gotten out as well and came around to me. I heard someone whistle; it was warm for March and Krissy, who I'm sure didn't plan on standing outside, was wearing a short skirt with knee high boots.

"Hey Krissy how 'bout you come over here and see what it's like to be with a man!"

Mark looked over briefly but turned back to me and asked what was wrong. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Or at least waited until we were home, but I couldn't. Trying not to cry...