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face. “It looks like stupid with a whole lot of dumbass.” She shook her headin bogus sorrow. “I bet that’s a bitch to get off, if
you can even get it off.”
         Nic’s and Seth’s laughter escaped in an explosion and it took
everything in me to not laugh with them, because that was classic.
         Shaw stood up. “Carrie, I’ll see you later.” And then she was
leaving.
         My inner laughter turned to instant disappointment. Why was she
leaving? It was just getting good, and we had a definite connection. I had the
biggest hard-on that my zipper was strangling to death.
         “She left with the last word again.” I grouched, shifting my uncomfortable
package.
         Nic and Seth continued to choke on their hilarity. Even Carrie was
grinning.
     
     
    Tuesday, October 21
     
         My heart sped up when I entered the cafeteria and saw Shaw sitting
at the table with Carrie. I don’t remember the last time I’d been this amped;
for a girl or anything else for that matter. I was pretty sure that the reason
I was losing interest in Stephanie after only two weeks was because of the
hard-on I had for this red-head. In fact, the last two times I’d had sex with
Stephanie Shaw’s image had popped up in my head.
         She’d been making a regular appearance in my thoughts for the last
five days.
         Nic, Seth and I grabbed our food and made our way over to the
table. Shaw didn’t bother to look up from her soup or greet any of us like
Carrie did. She had on another humorous shirt that read: Despite the look on
my face you are still talking . 
         I’d been looking forward to this moment. “Shaw, you are always
wearing your hair up. It would look so much better down, free and wild. It
would look even better in my lap.” I kept my voice low so only the group at our
table could hear. I didn’t want to embarrass the girl.
         Carrie sucked in a shocked breath, and even Nic and Seth went
motionless in astonishment. I normally didn’t throw out crass sexual pick-up lines,
but I think Shaw was the one girl who could handle them. At least, I hope she
was and I didn’t completely alienate her for life.
         Shaw’s soup spoon froze momentarily before dipping into her minestrone.
“I think it would look better jammed in your windpipe.” She didn’t look at me
and her voice remained level as she delivered her zing.
         Shit yes! My blood ran hot and fast, and my dick swelled in
anticipation.
         Carrie coughed while the guys sniggered.
         “You know, this senior year has really been kicking my butt. I’ve
resorted to making lists, and you just happen to be on the list of things I
want to do tonight.” I forked some pasta into my mouth waiting in expectancy.
         “You’re on my list to asphyxiate while sleeping.” She dipped her
spoon again.
         “I could be fine with that as long as my list got checked off
first.” My dick throbbed.
         More snickers from the peanut gallery.
         “Women first.” Shaw snapped.
         “I’m all for women getting theirs first.” I sipped my water to
cool off some.
         Her jaw clicked. “You naked equals me laughing my ass off.”
         “They say laughter in bed is the ingredient for even better
climaxes.” This round was going to be mine.
         “They say having a dick is important too.”
         “Oh, believe me, I have said equipment.” And shit, was the damn
thing making itself known in a really big way. Reaching down under the table I
unobtrusively adjusted myself.   
         Her green eyes rose and burned into mine. “You won’t if it comes
anywhere near me winking its beady little eye. Your member will be dismembered.”
         I winced, but couldn’t stop the laughter this time. One good way
to shut up a guy was to threaten his joystick. The next instant Shaw was saying
goodbye to Carrie and stalking away cutting my laughter