"That's the sweetest thing any guy has ever said to me," she finally whispered. I pulled her even closer so that her chest was pressed against my own as I slid my hands from her waist and fully wrapped my arms around her body in a tight embrace.
"I'm going to forgive you, Ken. You're getting one more chance, and I mean that. If you do something to lose my trust again, we're done for good. I may be nice, and sometimes even a bit naive, but I'm certainly not an i***t and I can always go digging for information. So, with that in mind, if you have anything else you'd like to tell me before I inevitably find things out on my own, speak now or forever hold your peace," she stated.
"When I was eight I put a whoopee cushion on Mrs. Patterson's chair right after we came back from recess and embar
