When Craig pulled up in his flashy white Thunderbird convertible, I hadn’t seen him since I was around fourteen. And that had been five or six years ago. Now he’d no longer think of me as Netti’s little buddy, but as a woman.
I gazed into his brown eyes, bucked wide open. His look gave the impression that he found me appealing. This was going to be the beginning of a great summer! As we stood face-to-face, Craig grinned and asked, "So, you’re Nettie’s little buddy, huh? I see you’re not little no more. How about I take you on Nettie’s little buddy, huh? I see you’re not little no more. How about I take you on a date.”
With a bashful smile, I replied, “Yeah, I’d go out with you.”
Since I had never been on a date, I thought, What should I wear? How should I act? How would he act?
I decided to wear my tight, low-cut red and black mini dress with black fishnet stockings.
These questions are what I’d asked myself. Here is where the story should’ve ended. But in reality, that’s where it all began.should’ve ended. But in reality, that’s where it all began.
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