At her apartment, they park out front. Fred is a little slow getting out of his car. Sandy does not want him to bail and goes over to him. He slowly gets out. Sandy tells him, “Lock your car, and follow me!” Sandy waits until he is alongside of her before she walks to her front door. She can see he is nervous. She opens the door; they go inside. Fred looks around. Sandy asks him, “Would you like something to drink?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Fred, come here!” He walks up to her; he stops about five feet from her. “No! Right here!” She points to the floor right in front of her. He has his head lowered and moves up to her. Sandy puts a finger under his chin and pushes his head up. “That’s better.” She kisses him right on the lips. It is a long and passionate kiss.
Sandy can tell his breathing
