"I never knew you were a cheerleader." I tell Amber as we're driving to the party. She's wearing a pleated skirt and a white pullover blouse that accentuates the curves of her teen-sized t**s. She looks more like a high school girl than she usually does. She even has her red hair up in a ponytail tonight. I've never seen it like that at work.
"I want to be taken seriously at the bookstore." She tells me smiling. "And there is a certain stereotype that goes with being a cheerleader." She says. "It's been nice being able to discuss books, music and movies without everyone thinking I'm an airhead." She smiles.
"I never thought of you as an airhead." I answer, honestly.
"Thanks, Mike." She says. "And thanks for doing this tonight." She says, running her hand up the inside of my thigh. "I'll
