CH 8- A Fun Afternoon
"Ok, I'm ready to go!" Theresa bounced downstairs as Fox stood up from the couch.
He looked at her and smiled admirably. She wore a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a white tank top, and her hair was pulled back into a half ponytail. Although she was dressed quite simple, Fox thought Theresa looked incredibly sexy.
"Well, alright beautiful. I guess we'll be on our way then!" He smiled grabbing his jacket from the chair.
"Ok mama, we're leaving now!" Theresa called.
"Alright Mija, you have fun." Pilar poked her head out the kitchen. "And Fox, thank you so much for stopping by, it was great to see you."
"Oh, it was my pleasure Mrs. Lopez-Fitzgerald. Good-bye!" He smiled, closing the door behind them.
"So Fox, what do you have planned for us this afternoon?" Theresa asked him as they walked.
"Well I don't exactly know yet, but I do know that it will be tons of fun because well, I'm a fun a guy." He winked at her.
"Oh, I'm sure of that." She laughed getting into his car.
As he drove, Theresa felt herself become more relaxed. Her mind was no longer on the dream she had that morning about Fox. She figured it was just her hormones that made her dream she was making love to him. Fox was a very attractive man, and any girl would have to be made of stone to not find him incredibly sexy. Besides that, he was extremely sweet and caring. He was exactly the kind of guy that any girl would love to have as her boyfriend.
"But not you Theresa," She told herself. "You love Ethan. Fox is just a good friend."
"Did you say something?" Fox turned to her.
"Oh no, I was just thinking about how nice it was of you to take me shopping for a dress to wear at your party."
"Oh, don't worry about it. Besides it'll be fun." Fox smirked.
Theresa could hear the sarcasm in his voice as he spoke.
"What is that suppose to mean?" She oddly smiled at him.
"Don't get me wrong Theresa. I love spending time with you, and there is nothing I'd love to do more than to help you out. But there is also nothing that I hate more than to go shopping."
"What? Why?" She shrieked. 'It's the best!"
"Yeah, if you're a girl," He mumbled.
"I heard that," She lightly punched him. "And that is so not true. I know tons of guys who like to go shopping."
"Well then they're obviously not as cool as me." He grinned, slipping on a pair of sunshades.
Theresa laughed at Fox's attempt to look cool.
"C'mon, haven't your sisters ever dragged you shopping?"
"My sisters?" Fox looked at her.
"Yeah, Ethan told me once that Julian and Ivy had other children and that two of them were girls." Theresa recalled.
"Yeah, that right." He nodded. "But my sisters are more on the superficial side. They wouldn't be caught dead buying anything off the rack. They usually get their clothes ordered."
"Oh I see," She smirked. "I should have known the Cranes wouldn't like anything that wasn't super expensive."
"Ouch, that hurts!" Fox placed a hand to his heart.
"I didn't mean you Fox." She looked over at him. "You and Sheridan are completely different from the rest of the Cranes. Sometimes I wonder how you two could be related to them."
"I wonder that myself sometimes." Fox smiled. "But seriously Theresa, I'm not feeling this whole shopping thing."
"Well you know what? I am willing to change your mind." She gave him a mischievous look. "In fact, I bet you that I can get you to smile and enjoy yourself at least once today."
"If we're still going shopping I don't see how that can happen."
"We'll see" Theresa grinned, looking out the window.
Her eye caught a dress that was hanging in the display window of a department store.
"Fox, stop the car!!!" She yelled.
"What? What?" He frantically screamed, slamming down the brakes.
"I just saw the perfect dress in that store back there! We have got to go in and see it!" She happily squealed.
"Geez Theresa, I thought I hit a cat or something!" Fox threw his hands up in disbelief.
"Opps, sorry. I just got really excited." She bashfully giggled. "C'mon lets go!"
"And the fun begins!" Fox sarcastically smiled at her, getting out of the car.
"Come on," she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the store.
Once they got into the store, a woman happily assisted Theresa in trying on tons of dresses. Fox sat in front of her changing room and read magazines.
Theresa came out of the room wearing a pink, short, sleeveless dress with white roses on it.
"Alright, what do you think about this one?" She stood in front of him and turned around.
Fox slightly gazed up from his magazine and looked at her.
"That's nice." He simply said.
"Fox, that's what you've been saying for the last four dresses that I've put on." She pouted. "Can't you say something other than 'that's nice'?"
Fox smiled at her. She was so cute when she was getting angry.
He put the magazine aside and sat up straight.
"Ok, I promise for the next dress that you put on, I will be completely energized."
"Well, I don't have any more dresses to put on right now." She made a face at him.
"I could find you some more miss." The sales lady offered.
"Actually, would it be possible for me to try on that one?" She pointed to the dress that she had seen earlier.
"Certainly." She smiled. "I'll go get it for you."
She wandered to the back of the store and brought Theresa a duplicate of the dress on the mannequin.
"Here you go." She handed the dress to Theresa. "Call me if you need anything."
"I will, thank you."
Theresa closed the change room door, as Fox waited once more.
"Hey Fox, can I ask you a question?" She said from behind the door.
"Yeah, sure." He unconsciously picked up a magazine and glanced through it.
"What do you think about dreams?"
"What about them?"
"Well, do you think they mean anything?" she nervously asked him.
"Well, it depends. Some dreams can be a refection of what a person secretly thinks about and has in their heart and some dreams can just be because of something meaningless that you thought about one time. Why do ask?"
"Oh, nothing. It was just something that I was wondering." She lied, breathing out a sigh of relief.
Fox looked up at the closed door and smiled. As Theresa talked, he could hear her zipping up her dress.
There was something about her talking to him and changing at the same time that he found erotically enjoyable. But he quickly shook his head and tried to concentrate on the article he was reading, despite the noises he heard from inside the change room.
"Ok, I'm ready!" She called, unlocking the door.
Fox looked up as Theresa walked out of the room. His mouth dropped wide open at the sight of her.
Standing before him, she wore a long wine colored dress that went down to her mid-calves. The neckline dipped extremely low, showing off her firm breasts and came up behind her neck in a halter-top style. The rear of the dress exposed her entire back and ended dangerously above her buttocks. She looked absolutely stunning!
"Well, what do you think?" She smiled, waiting for his answer.
"Uh, uh..." Fox stuttered, finding it hard to speak.
Theresa laughed at his shocked expression.
"That wasn't exactly a very energetic response Fox." She giggled.
"Yeah, well I'm finding it quite difficult to speak right now." He laughed, still staring at her. "My god, Theresa you look absolutely gorgeous!"
His eyes kept wandering down her dangerously low neck and back line, as he struggled to think clean thoughts.
"You are absolutely going to knock them dead at my party!" He smiled at her reflection.
"You really think so?" She grinned, happily.
"Absolutely!"
"Great!" She smiled approvingly. "I hope Ethan likes it!"
Fox felt as if he had just received a blow to his stomach.
"I'm sure he will." He sadly smiled at her.
"Ok, well I'm going to go pay for it and then we can go." She returned to the change room, as Fox sat back down.
"Why can't I get you to forget him Theresa?" He whispered to himself. "It seems no matter what I do, Ethan always manages to come up."
When she came out, he followed her to the front so she could pay.
"Ok, that will be $598.99." The cashier told Theresa.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't realize it was that much." She embarrassedly frowned.
"Theresa, what is it?" Fox looked at her concerned.
"I-I don't have enough money." She fumbled. "I'm going to have to return this."
She began pushing the dress aside, but Fox stopped her.
"Theresa, don't be silly." He said, taking out one of his credit cards. "Here use this."
Theresa watched in shock as Fox handed the cashier the card.
"Thank you, have a good day." The cashier smiled, as they walked towards the door.
"Oh my gosh Fox, you did not have to do that." Theresa looked at him in awe.
"Honey, don't worry about it." He smiled, putting her bag in his trunk. "It was my pleasure."
"Oh my god! You are amazing, you know that?" Theresa shrieked, poking him in his side.
Fox instantly jumped back when her finger made contact with his body.
"I can't believe this!" She laughed. "Fox, Crane is ticklish!"
"No I am not!" He defensively giggled.
Challenged, Theresa began tickling him even more, sending him into a fit of laughter.
"Ha! I win!" She threw her hands up.
"What are you talking about?" He looked at her mischievously.
"I knew I could get you to have a good time!" She laughed. "And if I'm not mistaken, I think I see a smile right there." She gently brushed a finger over his lips.
He was so shaken up by the sudden contact that he only smiled in response.
"I guess you have won then." He grinned, opening the door for her as she slipped in the car.
"Yup," she smiled. "Thank you so much Fox, this was a blast! We definitely have to do this again some time."
"Oh, I am counting on it." He winked at her, getting into the driver's seat. "And I hope it's sometime soon."
He started up the car, and happily headed home.
"Ok, I'm ready to go!" Theresa bounced downstairs as Fox stood up from the couch.
He looked at her and smiled admirably. She wore a pair of tight-fitting jeans, a white tank top, and her hair was pulled back into a half ponytail. Although she was dressed quite simple, Fox thought Theresa looked incredibly sexy.
"Well, alright beautiful. I guess we'll be on our way then!" He smiled grabbing his jacket from the chair.
"Ok mama, we're leaving now!" Theresa called.
"Alright Mija, you have fun." Pilar poked her head out the kitchen. "And Fox, thank you so much for stopping by, it was great to see you."
"Oh, it was my pleasure Mrs. Lopez-Fitzgerald. Good-bye!" He smiled, closing the door behind them.
"So Fox, what do you have planned for us this afternoon?" Theresa asked him as they walked.
"Well I don't exactly know yet, but I do know that it will be tons of fun because well, I'm a fun a guy." He winked at her.
"Oh, I'm sure of that." She laughed getting into his car.
As he drove, Theresa felt herself become more relaxed. Her mind was no longer on the dream she had that morning about Fox. She figured it was just her hormones that made her dream she was making love to him. Fox was a very attractive man, and any girl would have to be made of stone to not find him incredibly sexy. Besides that, he was extremely sweet and caring. He was exactly the kind of guy that any girl would love to have as her boyfriend.
"But not you Theresa," She told herself. "You love Ethan. Fox is just a good friend."
"Did you say something?" Fox turned to her.
"Oh no, I was just thinking about how nice it was of you to take me shopping for a dress to wear at your party."
"Oh, don't worry about it. Besides it'll be fun." Fox smirked.
Theresa could hear the sarcasm in his voice as he spoke.
"What is that suppose to mean?" She oddly smiled at him.
"Don't get me wrong Theresa. I love spending time with you, and there is nothing I'd love to do more than to help you out. But there is also nothing that I hate more than to go shopping."
"What? Why?" She shrieked. 'It's the best!"
"Yeah, if you're a girl," He mumbled.
"I heard that," She lightly punched him. "And that is so not true. I know tons of guys who like to go shopping."
"Well then they're obviously not as cool as me." He grinned, slipping on a pair of sunshades.
Theresa laughed at Fox's attempt to look cool.
"C'mon, haven't your sisters ever dragged you shopping?"
"My sisters?" Fox looked at her.
"Yeah, Ethan told me once that Julian and Ivy had other children and that two of them were girls." Theresa recalled.
"Yeah, that right." He nodded. "But my sisters are more on the superficial side. They wouldn't be caught dead buying anything off the rack. They usually get their clothes ordered."
"Oh I see," She smirked. "I should have known the Cranes wouldn't like anything that wasn't super expensive."
"Ouch, that hurts!" Fox placed a hand to his heart.
"I didn't mean you Fox." She looked over at him. "You and Sheridan are completely different from the rest of the Cranes. Sometimes I wonder how you two could be related to them."
"I wonder that myself sometimes." Fox smiled. "But seriously Theresa, I'm not feeling this whole shopping thing."
"Well you know what? I am willing to change your mind." She gave him a mischievous look. "In fact, I bet you that I can get you to smile and enjoy yourself at least once today."
"If we're still going shopping I don't see how that can happen."
"We'll see" Theresa grinned, looking out the window.
Her eye caught a dress that was hanging in the display window of a department store.
"Fox, stop the car!!!" She yelled.
"What? What?" He frantically screamed, slamming down the brakes.
"I just saw the perfect dress in that store back there! We have got to go in and see it!" She happily squealed.
"Geez Theresa, I thought I hit a cat or something!" Fox threw his hands up in disbelief.
"Opps, sorry. I just got really excited." She bashfully giggled. "C'mon lets go!"
"And the fun begins!" Fox sarcastically smiled at her, getting out of the car.
"Come on," she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the store.
Once they got into the store, a woman happily assisted Theresa in trying on tons of dresses. Fox sat in front of her changing room and read magazines.
Theresa came out of the room wearing a pink, short, sleeveless dress with white roses on it.
"Alright, what do you think about this one?" She stood in front of him and turned around.
Fox slightly gazed up from his magazine and looked at her.
"That's nice." He simply said.
"Fox, that's what you've been saying for the last four dresses that I've put on." She pouted. "Can't you say something other than 'that's nice'?"
Fox smiled at her. She was so cute when she was getting angry.
He put the magazine aside and sat up straight.
"Ok, I promise for the next dress that you put on, I will be completely energized."
"Well, I don't have any more dresses to put on right now." She made a face at him.
"I could find you some more miss." The sales lady offered.
"Actually, would it be possible for me to try on that one?" She pointed to the dress that she had seen earlier.
"Certainly." She smiled. "I'll go get it for you."
She wandered to the back of the store and brought Theresa a duplicate of the dress on the mannequin.
"Here you go." She handed the dress to Theresa. "Call me if you need anything."
"I will, thank you."
Theresa closed the change room door, as Fox waited once more.
"Hey Fox, can I ask you a question?" She said from behind the door.
"Yeah, sure." He unconsciously picked up a magazine and glanced through it.
"What do you think about dreams?"
"What about them?"
"Well, do you think they mean anything?" she nervously asked him.
"Well, it depends. Some dreams can be a refection of what a person secretly thinks about and has in their heart and some dreams can just be because of something meaningless that you thought about one time. Why do ask?"
"Oh, nothing. It was just something that I was wondering." She lied, breathing out a sigh of relief.
Fox looked up at the closed door and smiled. As Theresa talked, he could hear her zipping up her dress.
There was something about her talking to him and changing at the same time that he found erotically enjoyable. But he quickly shook his head and tried to concentrate on the article he was reading, despite the noises he heard from inside the change room.
"Ok, I'm ready!" She called, unlocking the door.
Fox looked up as Theresa walked out of the room. His mouth dropped wide open at the sight of her.
Standing before him, she wore a long wine colored dress that went down to her mid-calves. The neckline dipped extremely low, showing off her firm breasts and came up behind her neck in a halter-top style. The rear of the dress exposed her entire back and ended dangerously above her buttocks. She looked absolutely stunning!
"Well, what do you think?" She smiled, waiting for his answer.
"Uh, uh..." Fox stuttered, finding it hard to speak.
Theresa laughed at his shocked expression.
"That wasn't exactly a very energetic response Fox." She giggled.
"Yeah, well I'm finding it quite difficult to speak right now." He laughed, still staring at her. "My god, Theresa you look absolutely gorgeous!"
His eyes kept wandering down her dangerously low neck and back line, as he struggled to think clean thoughts.
"You are absolutely going to knock them dead at my party!" He smiled at her reflection.
"You really think so?" She grinned, happily.
"Absolutely!"
"Great!" She smiled approvingly. "I hope Ethan likes it!"
Fox felt as if he had just received a blow to his stomach.
"I'm sure he will." He sadly smiled at her.
"Ok, well I'm going to go pay for it and then we can go." She returned to the change room, as Fox sat back down.
"Why can't I get you to forget him Theresa?" He whispered to himself. "It seems no matter what I do, Ethan always manages to come up."
When she came out, he followed her to the front so she could pay.
"Ok, that will be $598.99." The cashier told Theresa.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't realize it was that much." She embarrassedly frowned.
"Theresa, what is it?" Fox looked at her concerned.
"I-I don't have enough money." She fumbled. "I'm going to have to return this."
She began pushing the dress aside, but Fox stopped her.
"Theresa, don't be silly." He said, taking out one of his credit cards. "Here use this."
Theresa watched in shock as Fox handed the cashier the card.
"Thank you, have a good day." The cashier smiled, as they walked towards the door.
"Oh my gosh Fox, you did not have to do that." Theresa looked at him in awe.
"Honey, don't worry about it." He smiled, putting her bag in his trunk. "It was my pleasure."
"Oh my god! You are amazing, you know that?" Theresa shrieked, poking him in his side.
Fox instantly jumped back when her finger made contact with his body.
"I can't believe this!" She laughed. "Fox, Crane is ticklish!"
"No I am not!" He defensively giggled.
Challenged, Theresa began tickling him even more, sending him into a fit of laughter.
"Ha! I win!" She threw her hands up.
"What are you talking about?" He looked at her mischievously.
"I knew I could get you to have a good time!" She laughed. "And if I'm not mistaken, I think I see a smile right there." She gently brushed a finger over his lips.
He was so shaken up by the sudden contact that he only smiled in response.
"I guess you have won then." He grinned, opening the door for her as she slipped in the car.
"Yup," she smiled. "Thank you so much Fox, this was a blast! We definitely have to do this again some time."
"Oh, I am counting on it." He winked at her, getting into the driver's seat. "And I hope it's sometime soon."
He started up the car, and happily headed home.