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Chapter 3: Hey Cinderella, You
Forgot Your Shoe!
A knock sounded at the door, causing her to jump off the bed. "Oh no, he's here already! Sam did a double take as she looked at her watch. He's early! Hobbling to the door with only one shoe on, Sam was hopping up and down on one foot by the time she opened the door.
"Well, this is interesting," Jack started, a smirk forming on his lips.
"Not another word Jack," she warned, holding her free hand up to silence him.
He beamed at her word usage. "Call me that for the rest of the evening and I won't tell another living soul."
"Deal," she replied, breathless.
"So are you ready?" he asked.
"Give me five minutes," Sam promised. "Sit down and make yourself at home," she urged racing back to the bedroom. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he sat down on the overstuffed, white sofa. *Beautiful woman in a kid's body.* His smile quickly turned to a frown. *Where did that thought come from?* Five minutes turned into ten minutes, then fifteen. Impatiently, he glanced down at his watch. "Saamm!" he yelled. "Are you.." his voice failed him as he stared at his 2ic, now in front of him. Same flowing pink dress, but with a matching crocheted pink shaw draped over her shoulders. Her growing blond locks curling at the nape of her neck.
"Wow, you look very pretty Sam."
She smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself Colonel."
Jack held open the pick-up's door for her. *Too elegant to take her in this thing.*
Noticing his obvious unease, Sam replied. "I like your truck. It's roomy and comfortable inside."
"Thanks." Jack didn't even feel the tires crunch along the gravel driveway. He was too far off the ground.
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Chapter 3: Hey Cinderella, You
Forgot Your Shoe!
A knock sounded at the door, causing her to jump off the bed. "Oh no, he's here already! Sam did a double take as she looked at her watch. He's early! Hobbling to the door with only one shoe on, Sam was hopping up and down on one foot by the time she opened the door.
"Well, this is interesting," Jack started, a smirk forming on his lips.
"Not another word Jack," she warned, holding her free hand up to silence him.
He beamed at her word usage. "Call me that for the rest of the evening and I won't tell another living soul."
"Deal," she replied, breathless.
"So are you ready?" he asked.
"Give me five minutes," Sam promised. "Sit down and make yourself at home," she urged racing back to the bedroom. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he sat down on the overstuffed, white sofa. *Beautiful woman in a kid's body.* His smile quickly turned to a frown. *Where did that thought come from?* Five minutes turned into ten minutes, then fifteen. Impatiently, he glanced down at his watch. "Saamm!" he yelled. "Are you.." his voice failed him as he stared at his 2ic, now in front of him. Same flowing pink dress, but with a matching crocheted pink shaw draped over her shoulders. Her growing blond locks curling at the nape of her neck.
"Wow, you look very pretty Sam."
She smiled. "You don't look so bad yourself Colonel."
Jack held open the pick-up's door for her. *Too elegant to take her in this thing.*
Noticing his obvious unease, Sam replied. "I like your truck. It's roomy and comfortable inside."
"Thanks." Jack didn't even feel the tires crunch along the gravel driveway. He was too far off the ground.