Enjoy! Sorry for the long wait (at least it seemed long to me). I couldn't think of what to write, but I obviously figured it out. It might seem like a sad chapter, but it's all leading up to somewhere.
"Oh Roger," Mark pleaded, a smile plastered on his face, "I can't do this!"
"Stop being such a wimp," Roger teased, "She likes you."
"No she doesn't," Mark said meekly. His self-esteem had been badly damaged over the years, and it was hard for him to think of himself in high standards. Luckily, Roger was helping him with that.
"It's not even a date!" Roger insisted, "It's just a few tango lessons."
"A few NONREFUNDABLE tango lessons that cost me a months allowance." Mark added.
"Exactly," Roger said, pulling his friend into the Scarsdale Jewish Community Center by his scarf, me, "Now go get 'em tiger."
Break Up
"Pair up!" the instructor, some guy named Gary, said.
Mark watched in horror as Nanette Himmelfarb, the rabbi's daughter, made a beeline towards him. He loosened me as he gasped for breath, his hands sweaty with nervousness. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation.
"Come here hot stuff," she whispered, her eyes aflame with, no pun intended, burning passion.
Mark gulped and forced a smile. Poor guy. I already didn't like this girl. She was too…ick. Words didn't describe how completely awful she was.
Mark's eyes bulged as they began to tango and she pulled her dancing partner dangerously close. Stupid, seductive, sexual girl. She was the RABBI'S daughter for gosh sake! I rolled my eyes, as she slowly licked her lips. What had Roger gotten Mark into?
Break Here
"How'd it go Romeo?" Roger asked when the hour was up.
Mark shuddered before mounting his bike. "God Roger," he said, "I hate you."
"You won't be saying that to long from now," Roger said mysteriously.
I rolled my eyes simultaneously with Mark. Roger was one perverted son of a gun.
Break Here
"Hey Marky," Nanette said seductively, slowly climbed onto the handlebars of the boy's bike, her skirt sneaking up her thigh, "How's it going baby?"
Mark broke out in a nervous sweat as Nanette began fiddling with me roughly. I really didn't like this girl, but she had Mark wrapped around her bony finger. "H-h-h-hi N-N-Nanette," Mark stuttered, "H-h-how are y-you?"
"I've been having a bad day," she whined, twirling her sandy hair around her finger, "But I know how you can make it better."
"Ho-" Mark began to ask, but was interrupted by Nanette's lips. I saw Roger wolf howling and whistling (like they do in the cartoons when they're in love) in the background before heading off with his girlfriend, Donna I think. Some friend he was.