Fic Title: The Little Red Dress II: Christmas Eve Dinner Date
Author: oefangran
E-mail addy: eolfangram47yahoo.com
Category: AU/Comedy/Romance.
Pairing: E/O
Date: You paying? ... Oh, that kind, 06/05/04
Feedback: Complementary/Gently handled constructive welcomed. (Use
the golden rule, please!).
Archive: Yes, just let me know where.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Dick Wolf does but if I did, I 'd have
FUN! ;)
Summary: Elliot asks Olivia out (AND LRD, maybe?) on a special
surprise Christmas Eve dinner date... Dress' POV. (This is a sequel. Please
read The Little Red Dress first. Just to help you with perspective!)
Dedications: For all the wonderful reviewers who asked for more,
remember, "Be careful what you ask for..." LOL! This one doesn't have the
uniqueness of being the first of it's kind anymore and you already know the
couple is E/O...so, be forewarned and enjoy. (I hope!)
Bedroom closet
Apartment 2B
Manhattan, NY
Thursday, December 22
"That little black dress this and little black dress that...."
It's still the same ol', same ol'. Me? I'm still just hanging out in the closet next to her. You know, that Little Black Dress (LBD) that everyone thinks is so hot? Well, if she's so great, why the heck has she been hanging right here beside me every day since last year's big Christmas party? You remember, the one at the 1-6, when they first made passionate love? But that's another story.
It's worth the wait though because I do get to see him. You know, Elliot. He really likes me, uh, us, I can tell. Every time he's over here (and that's a lot nowadays) he opens her closet door (which is usually slightly ajar anyway, because it's broken...sure hope she NEVER gets it fixed!) and glances at me with his wonderful smile. Sometimes, when he knows she'll be a few minutes, he carefully takes me out and just looks at me. He strokes me lightly with his big, strong hands; and occasionally he even buries his face in my soft fabric and inhales the sweet aroma that still lingers from her intriguing perfume. He grins and murmurs, "Mmm, I love this dress!" Me. He loves ME!
Then there are those rare occasions when he's here and she's in the shower, and we have a brief but innocent rendezvous: he takes me out and holds me against his burly chest and sways in place a bit. He holds me tightly and uses his free hand to hold open the hem of the slit in my skirt, twirling around in grand fashion. Sometimes he even hums or sings softly while we dance; he has a nice singing voice, a gravelly baritone. It makes me feel kinda like Cinderella and her prince charming at that ball!
I really don't know how she would react if she ever caught on to these little indiscretions. Well, maybe then she would wear me more often.
I wonder if people can hear it when a dress' sighs? --But I have to remember I am nothing but a simple piece of red cloth without her wonderful body and beautiful face giving me form and life. When she steps inside me and pulls me to her body, I actually come alive!
Well, back to the boring present, girl. As I was saying, that LBD is really my biggest competitor. She is always flipping her neckline up, looking down her 'V' at me, like I'm beneath her. If I accidentally rub up against her, oh my God, she freaks out. The girl's a real snob; she called me a bitch the other day, yes she did!
Liv must've bought her in the Moody department. I just wish Olivia would hang me somewhere else.
Oh, the phones ringing. Let me listen. I can barely see with this door cracked open...shoot! Let me get a better angle. There, that's better. I wonder who that is? Oh, it's him, Elliot. I can tell by the smile that takes over her entire face.
Olivia says, "Oh, yeah. That sounds so fantastic, El." He must be asking her out on a date because she just asked him when this hot date is and now she's asking, "Okay, Christmas Eve, right?" Oh yeah, now she wants to know what time he's gonna pick me, uh, us up and he must've said sevenish. I just heard her ask him how she should dress. "Is it nice?" Oh wow, this is getting good.
She just asked him, 'how nice is it AND if he has any suggestions on what she should wear. I'm holding my breath, with my eyes squinted shut and my fingers crossed hoping...She says with a chuckle in her voice, "Oh, you would say that one." Sounds like a big date to me!
Which one, Liv, is it me? I wonder who he said? Oh no, I hope it's not her, you know who, that LBD!
She flashes one of her gorgeous smiles as if he can see her and tells him 'it's a date!' AND it sounds like so much fun to her. To me too, ummm.... Then she asks him if he wants to come over to her place later tonight... I would love that! "Oh yeah," she says. She forgot about his kids being there for this long holiday weekend. Oh shoot, there goes my fun for the night.
Oh, now she's asking him how the kids are. They must be good because she's smiling as she tells him to say hi, she sends her love to them and she'll see them on Sunday morning for Christmas Day brunch and opening of the gifts. Oh boy, I can't wait. I wonder what he got me, uh, us? Oh, now she wants to know what time he's picking us up on Christmas morning and he must've said he'll just stay over and take her back with him. Oh yes, a slumber party. I love sleepovers...and with Elliot? Only in my wildest dreams...we can rent movies, eat popcorn, pizza and stay up late, do each other's hair, nails... Oh, wow, I can't wait!
She says that's fine with her as she makes a squishy face and tells him she'll see him at work tomorrow, "Ho-ney." Wow, he certainly is that...my ho- ney She pauses and says, "Yeah baby, I love you too!"
She just said she loves him...Get a grip Red! Somebody's going on a big dinner date. Oh God, let it be me! Please?
Oh wait a minute; she's coming over this way, opening the door wider, now she's looking at us. She's reaching in...oh no, she's taking her out. That LBD. Snobby little bitch! I'll never live this down. She'll be rubbing this in my bodice forever! Why, just the thought of Olivia wearing HER while being next to Elliot sends cold chills up and down my zipper. I think I'm going to cry! Well okay, I guess I'll live. I may not be able to stop the tears, but I can stop feeling sorry for myself.
Wait, hold on...she's putting her back Boy is that LBD pissed! She's still looking. She's reaching in. Oh! She's taking me out! YES. That's a start. Now she's looking me over. She smells my underarms, YUK! What's that? What did she say? YES, it's ME! Hooray! She's taking me to the cleaners in the morning on her way to work. Oh, thank you God! Thank you...
She just hung me on the door so she won't forget me in the morning. What a smart girl. I get to see so much more from this vantage point--too bad El's not coming over. What a thought I could get lost in!
Uh oh, I hear whispering coming from inside the closet. Somebody's jealous! Shhh...let me listen. Oh my, that LBD is gossiping about me to Roberta (Olivia's bath robe). She just called me a slut and said, "Red-y is dead- y," in that god-awful, nasally, sing-songy voice of hers, just to taunt me.
Hey girl, 'Bla-cky is ta-cky,' and who you calling a slut? That's a bad case of the pot calling the kettle black! From this vantage point, I can see you're just jealous 'cause she picked me! So there.
Oh well, I am so proud to be the 'chosen one'. After all, every dress' ambition in life is to be displayed by a great looking gal and to make her wearer look great in return, isn't it?
Closet door
Apartment 2B
Friday, December 23 6:30 AM
Olivia is showering while I just hang around here waiting to be taken to the 'dress beauty spa.' Well, okay, the dry cleaners. I'm guessing she had to get up a little earlier to drop me off on her way to work. She's so thoughtful that way.
Gosh, I just keep stretching and yawning. I must still be tired from losing sleep last night due to all that worry and anticipation of tonight's big date.
Think I'll just close my eyes for a little beauty nap. ZZZzzzz.... Oh what? Oh uh, I guess I dropped off for a few minutes there. She just grabbed me and we're off to her car. Hey, what's this? She's got a red jacket on her arm. It's my old mate, my matching jacket! Hey Jack, old buddy! I forgot I had you when she bought me because she never uses you...I wonder why?
Hey this is going to work out nicely. This will give me a little coverage if it's cold in that restaurant. It'll also help to keep the girls warm and under control. Those girls sure have a mind of their own sometimes. Those two sure are quite a pair!
Same-Day Dry Cleaning
1402 Nottingham Road
Manhattan, NY
7:15 AM
She's handing me to a strange man. He's not Danny: who is this guy? He tells her he's the new owner and he'll take "special care of me, not to worry." Oh yeah, to "pick me up after five." He seems nice enough, but he is getting a little touchy feely the moment she leaves. Just like a man, 'when the cat's away...' Go figure. Now what is he doing? Oh my gosh, here I go!
Hmm, by the clock on the wall it's 6:15 PM; she'll be here shortly, I can feel it. I had a blast today. This place is the Six Flags for clothing. All the rides were great and the admission price -- not bad for eight bucks! Just think, a workout, a hot tub soak, massage and then a steam room all for that small price, not to mention all that riding on all those terrific roller coasters, uh, conveyor belts and overhead hooks!
Oh, here she comes. She's flashing her great smile at me. She just told Danny she thinks I look great with the new jacket. See Jack, I told you she's a doll!
Closet door Apartment 2B Saturday, December 24 6:15 PM
Oh boy, I'm getting so nervous and a little shaky with anticipation. I just hope I don't fall off this hanger and break something. I sure hope he still loves me with this new jacket hiding some of my best assets. I guess I'll just have to be patient until he arrives.
Oh I love Elliot so much he's my hunky stud muffin. I'll just die if she ever tries to wear me with some other guy! That would break my heart. Elliot and me, uh us, go way back now. He loves us and we feel the same. We three were made for each other.
Oh, here she comes, looking her usual beautiful self, but what I do for her should be a crime! She's taking me off the hanger and unzipping me. First one long shapely gam slips carefully through, then the other. She lifts me up and over her shapely hips and then the girls get tucked in nicely. She zips me up half way. Uh oh, I'm stuck...now what?
She keeps trying to fix me but to no avail. Finally I hear cursing. Oh my, what language, Olivia! Do you kiss Elliot with that same mouth? Then she says something about Elliot fixing me later. Mmm, great thought!
She quickly slides the jacket on over me and finishes her hair. What's that? Oh Jack says he really likes this job. I wonder why he snickered and winked when he said that?
I like the jacket; it makes me, uh, us look more sophisticated and kind of trendy. As we're double-checking everything in that wonderful full-length mirror, I can't help saying, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
Uh oh, there's a knock on the door. Oh my gosh, it's him! I can't wait for him to see me, uh, us. We slip on our glass slippers, uh, shoes and hurry to the door. That handsome prince, uh, rascal has used his key and is standing in the living room when we get there.
Look at his gorgeous face, that expression, the awe, those ice-blue eyes. God, I love this man! I sure hope she really feels the same, if not, I'm in BIG trouble! Mmm, why does he have a key? I live here and I don't have one!
Elliot just stands there for a second. Oh no, I think he may have forgotten how to talk, or got something stuck in his throat. Okay, good, now he's grinning with a sparkle in his eyes, he says, "Oh wow, Liv, you 're a knock out! That's my very favorite dress with a new jacket... ve-ry sex-y look, baby! I love it."
He reaches over and grabs me around my waist and pulls us close to his broad, masculine chest. Ah, he smells like...heaven!
Wow you're not so bad either you gorgeous hunk of manhood. Every woman in that restaurant is going to be jealous of me when they see me on your arm. Eat your hearts out ladies, he's all mine, uh ours.
He kisses her passionately and she's not fighting so I'm guessing they like each other QUITE a bit. He keeps running his hands up and down my waist; his hugging is making the girls get all chill bumpy and pruney looking.
He kisses her neck and slowly kisses his way south. One of 'the girls' just got a little smoochy type thing. I did too, but you don't hear me complaining. Hey El, I think the other girl's jealous. Oh well that's her problem not mine.
Oh my, this is fun, I never knew this kinda stuff could make my skin get so touchy and my heart race! What's that Jack, you like this too? Okay, that's nice.
She asks him what time the reservations are for. Stop talking, Olivia, and let's enjoy this stuff a little longer. He mumbles seven thirty while he's nibbling on the skin right above me. Oh, I like this stuff.
Oh shoot, now she's talking again! She says they better go or they'll miss their reservation time and may have to wait forever. Let the poor guy nibble a little longer, Liv. No wonder you don't get many second dates, girlfriend! Jack says he agrees.
He runs his magical fingers over my neckline and grins. "Boy, Liv, you sure know how to ruin a romantic moment. Okay, but I want a rain check for later." The girls get all excited and the feeling I got was something I've never quite experienced before. Is this what they mean by 'getting turned on?'
Whew, somebody turn on the fan, please...is it hot in here or what? Yeah and what's a rain check? Do we need to take our umbrella? Oh yeah, Jack says he really likes the girls.
Liv snarks, "Romance, smomance, we've gotta reservation to keep! And Elliot, about that rain check for later...it's my pleasure baby." She smiles while muttering under her breath, "At least I certainly hope so."
Pleasure? I wonder what she means by that? AND there's that rain check thing again, why are they so concerned about the weather? These two need to get a life, badly!
Yippee! I can't wait. Let's see, I got to first base last time. I think I just made second base. What's third base, Jack? Oh shucky darn, she always takes me off before I get to the real fun anyway! When will she realize that I'm a grown-up dress and not baby clothes, for goodness sakes? Yes, Jack, she will take you off, too. Sorry...
He opens the door and walks us to his awaiting chariot, uh, silver Ford. He is clutching us to his side with his strong arm around our waist. Mmm, feels great. We get to the car and he opens the door for us. Still the gentleman and he's so handsome too! We slide in and she carefully runs her hand down the sides of my skirt to make sure I'm not wrinkled. That's so sweet of her.
He gets into the driver's side, looks over at us and blows us a kiss while starting the car. Be still my foolish heart! No, Jack, you can't drive...
We're on our way!
Bedroom closet
Apartment 2B
Manhattan, NY
Thursday, December 22
"That little black dress this and little black dress that...."
It's still the same ol', same ol'. Me? I'm still just hanging out in the closet next to her. You know, that Little Black Dress (LBD) that everyone thinks is so hot? Well, if she's so great, why the heck has she been hanging right here beside me every day since last year's big Christmas party? You remember, the one at the 1-6, when they first made passionate love? But that's another story.
It's worth the wait though because I do get to see him. You know, Elliot. He really likes me, uh, us, I can tell. Every time he's over here (and that's a lot nowadays) he opens her closet door (which is usually slightly ajar anyway, because it's broken...sure hope she NEVER gets it fixed!) and glances at me with his wonderful smile. Sometimes, when he knows she'll be a few minutes, he carefully takes me out and just looks at me. He strokes me lightly with his big, strong hands; and occasionally he even buries his face in my soft fabric and inhales the sweet aroma that still lingers from her intriguing perfume. He grins and murmurs, "Mmm, I love this dress!" Me. He loves ME!
Then there are those rare occasions when he's here and she's in the shower, and we have a brief but innocent rendezvous: he takes me out and holds me against his burly chest and sways in place a bit. He holds me tightly and uses his free hand to hold open the hem of the slit in my skirt, twirling around in grand fashion. Sometimes he even hums or sings softly while we dance; he has a nice singing voice, a gravelly baritone. It makes me feel kinda like Cinderella and her prince charming at that ball!
I really don't know how she would react if she ever caught on to these little indiscretions. Well, maybe then she would wear me more often.
I wonder if people can hear it when a dress' sighs? --But I have to remember I am nothing but a simple piece of red cloth without her wonderful body and beautiful face giving me form and life. When she steps inside me and pulls me to her body, I actually come alive!
Well, back to the boring present, girl. As I was saying, that LBD is really my biggest competitor. She is always flipping her neckline up, looking down her 'V' at me, like I'm beneath her. If I accidentally rub up against her, oh my God, she freaks out. The girl's a real snob; she called me a bitch the other day, yes she did!
Liv must've bought her in the Moody department. I just wish Olivia would hang me somewhere else.
Oh, the phones ringing. Let me listen. I can barely see with this door cracked open...shoot! Let me get a better angle. There, that's better. I wonder who that is? Oh, it's him, Elliot. I can tell by the smile that takes over her entire face.
Olivia says, "Oh, yeah. That sounds so fantastic, El." He must be asking her out on a date because she just asked him when this hot date is and now she's asking, "Okay, Christmas Eve, right?" Oh yeah, now she wants to know what time he's gonna pick me, uh, us up and he must've said sevenish. I just heard her ask him how she should dress. "Is it nice?" Oh wow, this is getting good.
She just asked him, 'how nice is it AND if he has any suggestions on what she should wear. I'm holding my breath, with my eyes squinted shut and my fingers crossed hoping...She says with a chuckle in her voice, "Oh, you would say that one." Sounds like a big date to me!
Which one, Liv, is it me? I wonder who he said? Oh no, I hope it's not her, you know who, that LBD!
She flashes one of her gorgeous smiles as if he can see her and tells him 'it's a date!' AND it sounds like so much fun to her. To me too, ummm.... Then she asks him if he wants to come over to her place later tonight... I would love that! "Oh yeah," she says. She forgot about his kids being there for this long holiday weekend. Oh shoot, there goes my fun for the night.
Oh, now she's asking him how the kids are. They must be good because she's smiling as she tells him to say hi, she sends her love to them and she'll see them on Sunday morning for Christmas Day brunch and opening of the gifts. Oh boy, I can't wait. I wonder what he got me, uh, us? Oh, now she wants to know what time he's picking us up on Christmas morning and he must've said he'll just stay over and take her back with him. Oh yes, a slumber party. I love sleepovers...and with Elliot? Only in my wildest dreams...we can rent movies, eat popcorn, pizza and stay up late, do each other's hair, nails... Oh, wow, I can't wait!
She says that's fine with her as she makes a squishy face and tells him she'll see him at work tomorrow, "Ho-ney." Wow, he certainly is that...my ho- ney She pauses and says, "Yeah baby, I love you too!"
She just said she loves him...Get a grip Red! Somebody's going on a big dinner date. Oh God, let it be me! Please?
Oh wait a minute; she's coming over this way, opening the door wider, now she's looking at us. She's reaching in...oh no, she's taking her out. That LBD. Snobby little bitch! I'll never live this down. She'll be rubbing this in my bodice forever! Why, just the thought of Olivia wearing HER while being next to Elliot sends cold chills up and down my zipper. I think I'm going to cry! Well okay, I guess I'll live. I may not be able to stop the tears, but I can stop feeling sorry for myself.
Wait, hold on...she's putting her back Boy is that LBD pissed! She's still looking. She's reaching in. Oh! She's taking me out! YES. That's a start. Now she's looking me over. She smells my underarms, YUK! What's that? What did she say? YES, it's ME! Hooray! She's taking me to the cleaners in the morning on her way to work. Oh, thank you God! Thank you...
She just hung me on the door so she won't forget me in the morning. What a smart girl. I get to see so much more from this vantage point--too bad El's not coming over. What a thought I could get lost in!
Uh oh, I hear whispering coming from inside the closet. Somebody's jealous! Shhh...let me listen. Oh my, that LBD is gossiping about me to Roberta (Olivia's bath robe). She just called me a slut and said, "Red-y is dead- y," in that god-awful, nasally, sing-songy voice of hers, just to taunt me.
Hey girl, 'Bla-cky is ta-cky,' and who you calling a slut? That's a bad case of the pot calling the kettle black! From this vantage point, I can see you're just jealous 'cause she picked me! So there.
Oh well, I am so proud to be the 'chosen one'. After all, every dress' ambition in life is to be displayed by a great looking gal and to make her wearer look great in return, isn't it?
Closet door
Apartment 2B
Friday, December 23 6:30 AM
Olivia is showering while I just hang around here waiting to be taken to the 'dress beauty spa.' Well, okay, the dry cleaners. I'm guessing she had to get up a little earlier to drop me off on her way to work. She's so thoughtful that way.
Gosh, I just keep stretching and yawning. I must still be tired from losing sleep last night due to all that worry and anticipation of tonight's big date.
Think I'll just close my eyes for a little beauty nap. ZZZzzzz.... Oh what? Oh uh, I guess I dropped off for a few minutes there. She just grabbed me and we're off to her car. Hey, what's this? She's got a red jacket on her arm. It's my old mate, my matching jacket! Hey Jack, old buddy! I forgot I had you when she bought me because she never uses you...I wonder why?
Hey this is going to work out nicely. This will give me a little coverage if it's cold in that restaurant. It'll also help to keep the girls warm and under control. Those girls sure have a mind of their own sometimes. Those two sure are quite a pair!
Same-Day Dry Cleaning
1402 Nottingham Road
Manhattan, NY
7:15 AM
She's handing me to a strange man. He's not Danny: who is this guy? He tells her he's the new owner and he'll take "special care of me, not to worry." Oh yeah, to "pick me up after five." He seems nice enough, but he is getting a little touchy feely the moment she leaves. Just like a man, 'when the cat's away...' Go figure. Now what is he doing? Oh my gosh, here I go!
Hmm, by the clock on the wall it's 6:15 PM; she'll be here shortly, I can feel it. I had a blast today. This place is the Six Flags for clothing. All the rides were great and the admission price -- not bad for eight bucks! Just think, a workout, a hot tub soak, massage and then a steam room all for that small price, not to mention all that riding on all those terrific roller coasters, uh, conveyor belts and overhead hooks!
Oh, here she comes. She's flashing her great smile at me. She just told Danny she thinks I look great with the new jacket. See Jack, I told you she's a doll!
Closet door Apartment 2B Saturday, December 24 6:15 PM
Oh boy, I'm getting so nervous and a little shaky with anticipation. I just hope I don't fall off this hanger and break something. I sure hope he still loves me with this new jacket hiding some of my best assets. I guess I'll just have to be patient until he arrives.
Oh I love Elliot so much he's my hunky stud muffin. I'll just die if she ever tries to wear me with some other guy! That would break my heart. Elliot and me, uh us, go way back now. He loves us and we feel the same. We three were made for each other.
Oh, here she comes, looking her usual beautiful self, but what I do for her should be a crime! She's taking me off the hanger and unzipping me. First one long shapely gam slips carefully through, then the other. She lifts me up and over her shapely hips and then the girls get tucked in nicely. She zips me up half way. Uh oh, I'm stuck...now what?
She keeps trying to fix me but to no avail. Finally I hear cursing. Oh my, what language, Olivia! Do you kiss Elliot with that same mouth? Then she says something about Elliot fixing me later. Mmm, great thought!
She quickly slides the jacket on over me and finishes her hair. What's that? Oh Jack says he really likes this job. I wonder why he snickered and winked when he said that?
I like the jacket; it makes me, uh, us look more sophisticated and kind of trendy. As we're double-checking everything in that wonderful full-length mirror, I can't help saying, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"
Uh oh, there's a knock on the door. Oh my gosh, it's him! I can't wait for him to see me, uh, us. We slip on our glass slippers, uh, shoes and hurry to the door. That handsome prince, uh, rascal has used his key and is standing in the living room when we get there.
Look at his gorgeous face, that expression, the awe, those ice-blue eyes. God, I love this man! I sure hope she really feels the same, if not, I'm in BIG trouble! Mmm, why does he have a key? I live here and I don't have one!
Elliot just stands there for a second. Oh no, I think he may have forgotten how to talk, or got something stuck in his throat. Okay, good, now he's grinning with a sparkle in his eyes, he says, "Oh wow, Liv, you 're a knock out! That's my very favorite dress with a new jacket... ve-ry sex-y look, baby! I love it."
He reaches over and grabs me around my waist and pulls us close to his broad, masculine chest. Ah, he smells like...heaven!
Wow you're not so bad either you gorgeous hunk of manhood. Every woman in that restaurant is going to be jealous of me when they see me on your arm. Eat your hearts out ladies, he's all mine, uh ours.
He kisses her passionately and she's not fighting so I'm guessing they like each other QUITE a bit. He keeps running his hands up and down my waist; his hugging is making the girls get all chill bumpy and pruney looking.
He kisses her neck and slowly kisses his way south. One of 'the girls' just got a little smoochy type thing. I did too, but you don't hear me complaining. Hey El, I think the other girl's jealous. Oh well that's her problem not mine.
Oh my, this is fun, I never knew this kinda stuff could make my skin get so touchy and my heart race! What's that Jack, you like this too? Okay, that's nice.
She asks him what time the reservations are for. Stop talking, Olivia, and let's enjoy this stuff a little longer. He mumbles seven thirty while he's nibbling on the skin right above me. Oh, I like this stuff.
Oh shoot, now she's talking again! She says they better go or they'll miss their reservation time and may have to wait forever. Let the poor guy nibble a little longer, Liv. No wonder you don't get many second dates, girlfriend! Jack says he agrees.
He runs his magical fingers over my neckline and grins. "Boy, Liv, you sure know how to ruin a romantic moment. Okay, but I want a rain check for later." The girls get all excited and the feeling I got was something I've never quite experienced before. Is this what they mean by 'getting turned on?'
Whew, somebody turn on the fan, please...is it hot in here or what? Yeah and what's a rain check? Do we need to take our umbrella? Oh yeah, Jack says he really likes the girls.
Liv snarks, "Romance, smomance, we've gotta reservation to keep! And Elliot, about that rain check for later...it's my pleasure baby." She smiles while muttering under her breath, "At least I certainly hope so."
Pleasure? I wonder what she means by that? AND there's that rain check thing again, why are they so concerned about the weather? These two need to get a life, badly!
Yippee! I can't wait. Let's see, I got to first base last time. I think I just made second base. What's third base, Jack? Oh shucky darn, she always takes me off before I get to the real fun anyway! When will she realize that I'm a grown-up dress and not baby clothes, for goodness sakes? Yes, Jack, she will take you off, too. Sorry...
He opens the door and walks us to his awaiting chariot, uh, silver Ford. He is clutching us to his side with his strong arm around our waist. Mmm, feels great. We get to the car and he opens the door for us. Still the gentleman and he's so handsome too! We slide in and she carefully runs her hand down the sides of my skirt to make sure I'm not wrinkled. That's so sweet of her.
He gets into the driver's side, looks over at us and blows us a kiss while starting the car. Be still my foolish heart! No, Jack, you can't drive...
We're on our way!