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I kiss you a few more times until you fall asleep. You wake up and notice the sun is up. I'm not in bed, and as you stretch you remember your test begins at 9.
 
I run down the stairs, throwing on my shorts and sweater, and see you in the kitchen. "Hey, Reece, can you drive me to school? My test is at 9 and it's" I look at my watch "8:45"
 
I find you incredibly attractive all disheveled, racing around, pulling your bed hair into a ponytail as a solution to your time crunch. I smile. "Uh, sure." I say. I grab my keys and head us into the garage. "Sorry...I should have gotten you up earlier." I give an ornery smile. "I thought about it."
 
I kiss you back before you open the door and stretch your beautiful leg to get out. "Um...you coming by the bar later? I don't have your number."
 
"Yes you do," I say, with a wink. "Check your bathroom mirror." I blow you a kiss and go into class to take my psychology test.
 
I get home and toss my keys on the table and immediately head to the bathroom to see what you did, and to take a shower in time to go to open the bar. I toss my shirt in a corner and go in to see what you did. (Tell me!)
 
I smile, in the middle of my test, knowing by now you had seen the note I had written on your bathroom mirror with my lipstick, which included my number and a kiss mark.

Finishing my test, I go home and change into a cute little sundress while the weather was still good, and sashayed over to the bar.
 
"Hey, you." I say, coming around the bar, putting my hands on your waist and giving you a nice kiss. "I did like your note." I pat your hip and kiss your forehead. "Test go ok?" I look worried knowing how your tutoring went the night before.
 
I smile. "'Twas a breeze. It was about mood disorders, and those are simple enough." I return the kiss and playfully bump your hand on my hip, giggling. "Glad you liked it."
 
"I liked a lot about you coming over last night." About that time you heard a voice from the kitchen area. "Reece is talking to that slut he took home yesterday."

My eyes get wide. "I....am...I am SO sorry," I say. "THAT was the guy that closed when we left. He's 20. He's also an idiot."
 
I bite my lip in fury. "Why don't you handle it, dear? I might knock him out flat if I handle it," I suggest, squeezing your hand to convey my fury.
 
I lean down and kiss your lip and squeeze your hand back. "I will talk to him, trust me. He'll get to clean out the sewage grates. Besides, I don't think you're a slut, and I'm glad you're here." You notice me checking you out too.
 
I lean in and whisper, joking, "I also know one word not to use next time I'm playing with you in my bed, right?" Then kiss your neck.
 
"What are your plans tonight?" I ask, as a guy from the kitchen comes past with a bus tub and some dishes to load on the happy hour bar table. As he walks back by, I say, "Scott, I need you to clean the filter grates," as I raise my eyebrows at you, smiling.
 
"Thought about staying here for a little bit and see what happens. Kind of like yesterday," I say, smiling. I hear Scott swear, and I giggle in spite of myself.
 
"Well, tonight is drown night, which means I have to close. You're welcome to stay as long as you want. But, uh.....do you want to work tonight? If you are staying you could get paid...we could have you at the hostess stand. Pretty easy. If you wanted."
 
"Follow me," I say, heading toward the back hallway. You follow me to the managers office and I hand you two packages - a shirt and pants. I point you to the restrooms and you find the uniforms are all black, and very tight. You look in the mirror for a moment and then come to find me.
 
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