CHAPTER SEVEN
Jill glanced at the clock and began straightening up her desk. She wondered why she had agreed to go out with Sam. She hadn't seen him since the night she had remembered her defloration. It seemed pointless, considering how she had felt after the last evening.
But it was Friday, and she dreaded the thought of a Friday alone, or a weekend alone, for that matter. It wasn't Sam's fault she didn't feel anything for him. And he was company, and a c**k.
"Hello, Baby. Where shall we go?" Sam asked.
"My place," Jill answered, impulsively. "Why bother with all the preliminaries?"
"Uh-yeah, sure," Sam agreed, caught off balance. "Whatever you say!"
Last time they had spent three hours over drinks and dinner. Three long, stupid, boring hours they could have spent screwing. Sam wan
