** This is an updated and retitled version of "Kenzie Chapter One" as the series is growing away from just the one character. I hope you enjoy - more updates will follow soon. **

WAM in the West Chapter One Woody's

The first time I saw Kenzie she was covered in green slime from head to toe.

We'd been chatting online for a few weeks and decided that it was time to meet in person. I'd sent her a picture of myself, nothing dirty, mind you I'm not that kind of guy but I still hadn't seen a picture of her. She told me to look for a short blond girl wearing an Arizona State t-shirt and jeans. That worked for me, as Friday was casual day at the office, so I'd worn a dark blue t-shirt and light jeans with a sportscoat, figuring I could leave the jacket in the car and fit right in when I got to the bar after work. She'd said that since she didn't have a car, she usually came to Mill Avenue after her last class on Friday afternoon because it was close to home. She normally met up with a few of her roommates at a fun bar called Woody's, and she suggested it as a good meeting place. I didn't get out of work until closer to five o'clock, so Kenzie and her friends would have already been at the bar for an hour or so before my arrival.

The thing about Woody's, and the rest of Mill Avenue and even most of Tempe, is that there are lots of girls in Arizona State t-shirts and jeans. There were even one or two young ladies matching that description in view as soon as I climbed the stairs and came through the second-floor entrance to the bar. I wandered through the mostly empty room toward the bar and ordered a Rolling Rock, which they actually carried and immediately I knew I was going to like this place. I leaned against a bar stool and looked the place over. It seemed to be a typical college crowd in a typical college bar, but with that Arizona twist. It seemed like everyone was tan and fit, even for a group of college kids. They were also friendlier than anywhere else I'd travelled.

It was strange, but somehow I knew that Kenzie wasn't any of the girls I'd seen so far. I can't explain it, I just knew. I went over to a group of people gathered around a high top, "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm supposed to meet someone named Kenzie here. I know this sounds weird, but we've never met face to face"

There were a couple of chuckles, but they were good natured. "Internet date, huh?" one guy asked.

"Guilty as charged," I replied, laughing a little bit myself. No one said "Blind Date" any longer; The Internet had changed everything.

One of the girls spoke up next, "Yeah, I know Kenzie, I had a class with her last semester. I saw her about half an hour ago back there," she told me, pointing around past the bar. "They were just starting a round of trivia " and she was cut off by a huge roar from the direction she was pointing, followed by a mix of laughter and applause.

"Thanks," I said as I made my way toward where all the commotion was coming from.

This part of the bar was as full of people as the other part had been empty, and everyone was louder and more raucous as well. There was even a small stage in the back, where a guy wearing a Woody's "Staff" shirt was just saying that they'd be back with the next game later in the evening. As the guy jumped down from the stage the crowd shifted - patrons from up close heading for the bar, and newcomers heading from where I was standing trying to get closer to the stage for a better view. I let myself get swept along since I really didn't know where I was going anyway, and suddenly the crowd sort of parted in front of me and there she stood. All five foot three of her, every inch covered slime. And I mean covered! The slime was mostly smooth but there were a few little chunks in her hair. Her grey ASU t-shirt proudly displayed Sparky the Sun Devil holding his pitchfork just above her boobs, but it had turned almost black where it was covered with the green ooze which was still dripping from her hair. What her hair lost in brightness it made up for in greenish shininess. I thought that her green-tinged shiny jeans had probably begun the day a nice light faded color, but I couldn't really tell for sure. The jeans looked more slippery than anything else now. I'll give her points for matching also: the Keds she was wearing looked to be the same grey as her t-shirt, but they were quickly becoming covered in the green slime too, as it continued dripping from the rest of her body.

"Kenzie," I said as I smiled at her. "You have *got* to be Kenzie."

"Oh, hello, Sam. It's nice to meet you in person," she said as she pushed a drop of slime that had been threatening to run into her eyes back over her forehead, into her hair and over her head, kind of squeegeeing the gunk all the way back, over and through her short ponytail, squeezing it out over her shoulder to finish the maneuver.

"It's nice to meet you too," I replied, and stuck my hand out to shake before realizing it was a mistake. Kenzie didn't hesitate though and treated me to a nice and firm, if somewhat slimy, handshake.

"You know, I wasn't supposed to look like this, I even did my hair before going to class." She smiled as she talked. And in what would have been an embarrassing moment for anyone else, Kenzie's smile was more playful than anything. "I've enjoyed getting to know you and I wanted to make a good impression. They always have trivia here on Fridays, but it's not usually Eighties TV themed, and there has never been a slime forfeit for the loser, and besides I know everything about Eighties TV."

"I don't know about all that, but I think you look great," I told her, suddenly realizing that I hadn't let go of her hand.

"I'm glad you think so, because this kind of thing happens to me more often than you'd think," she said quietly and with a wink. "Come on, keep me company while I clean up," she said as she finally broke the handshake, but before my hand could return to my side she surprised me by grabbing it with her other equally goopy hand and led me back past the side of the stage. Much like the opening beside the bar that I hadn't noticed earlier, there was a passage leading back from the side of the stage as well. I wasn't all that surprised that I hadn't seen the corridor - after all, I'd never even noticed the small wading pool on the stage, apparently where Kenzie'd received her sliming. The crowd parted easily for us, well let's face it, for her, as we made our way through the bar.

The hallway led to an exit door and a set of stairs that in turn led to an outdoor seating area overlooking Mill Avenue in one direction and down to the alley behind the bar in the other. At the bottom of the stairs there was a hose attached to the side of the building. "Nice facilities," I said.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Kenzie replied, "I'm also pretty sure there've been more than a few quickies up against that wall, but this slime is starting to dry, and right now wet is better than sticky."

"That's what she said," I joked, smiling at her.

She laughed, "It's funny that you say that, 'The Office' is actually the subject of the next trivia contest, and it's why I wanted to meet here. The whole Eighties TV thing was just a bonus. I also thought I'd win an easy hundred bucks, and treat both of us tonight, but you can see how that worked out! The Office is my favorite show ever and I was planning on entering later on. Now I'm not so sure." She had turned on the hose and was feeling the temperature of the water. If you're not from Arizona you might be thinking that she was checking to see if it was too cold. In fact, she was making sure that it wasn't too hot.

"I'm more of a Seinfeld guy, but The Office is okay. Can two people play?"

"Yep," Kenzie replied, taking her hair out of the ponytail holder, and leaning forward to start running water through her blond locks. "It's almost always teams of two, but I got cocky and took on the field by myself before you got here. You know, I promised myself not to get caught up in whatever was going on before we met up tonight. There's usually some sort of forfeit involved, but it's always been something like a pitcher of water over your head or down your pants or a handful of shaving cream in your face. I knew we were going to meet today and I didn't want you to think I was crazy. I was shocked when they came out with two five-gallon buckets of slime! And I got them both since I didn't have a partner."

"The right amount of crazy is fine by me," I said, "and besides, if there's a trivia contest in your best topic you'd be crazy not to take the chance. I think that's awesome! And I'd much prefer to be with someone fun than with someone overly concerned about being prim and proper."

"Oh, I can be fancy when I want to, trust me." She changed gears, "This is as good as it's going to get," she said as she stood up straight and flipped her hair back over her head where it made a splat noise as it hit her back between her shoulder blades. She rinsed her face off next, the water from the hose flowing down the front of her body, taking the green slime with it. I tried to be a gentleman, but I found myself unable to stop staring at her. Her t-shirt wasn't by any means see-through, but it clung to her medium sized boobs spectacularly, and although her bra wasn't visible, it's outline was clearly evident under the clingy shirt. She cleaned the front of her jeans next, going so far as to hold the waistband open and spray the stream of water down inside. I'm sure I was gawking at this point, but she snapped me out of it as she held her thumb over the end of the hose and sprayed water at me. "Enjoying the show, Buddy?"

"Well, yeah uhm, sorry. But you can't really blame me, can you?" I smiled at her.

She looked back at me and took a step closer. "I don't usually shower in front of someone on the first date, so you're forgiven," she said with a grin of her own and kissed me. It was a quick kiss, but it had promise. And fire. The hose water started spilling down my leg and into my shoe from where she held it at her side as she stepped closer, but I barely noticed. "Now do my back," she said as she handed me the hose and turned around.

I started at the top and worked down. Although her back wasn't as spectacular as her front, the whole situation was both erotic and surreal at the same time. I found it hard to believe that I'd only know this really quite beautiful girl for ten minutes. I couldn't help but thinking that this was turning out to be one of the better nights of my life as I rinsed her pert little tush and then her legs, finishing with her shoes. I splashed a little water in my own face just to make sure I was back to reality. "Let's sit at one of those tables up on the balcony and have a drink and dry off," I suggested. "Besides, I'm hungry. Do they have any snacks here?"

"The outside tables are actually run by the restaurant downstairs, and they do better than snacks, they have great dinners. Let's eat I'm famished!"

One of my pants legs and the corresponding shoe was soaked and I sported several drips and splashes from where Kenzie had sprayed me, and she was completely drenched from her hair down to her sneakers, but it didn't matter to us as we had a great dinner sitting outside and talking and watching the crowd go by on the street below us. Besides, this was Arizona. If you've never lived in the desert you just don't get how different it is from the rest of the country. It's not just hotter, there is literally no moisture in the air. If you spill a glass of water on the sidewalk in the summer you can actually see the liquid evaporate away. We knew that we'd dry quickly.

Our server was a cute college-aged woman named Annie, who had her curly hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore a white shirt tucked into black pants. A necktie and a small apron around her waist finished her uniform. I got the impression that this wasn't the first time she'd waited on a still-dripping couple, given the placement of the hose right downstairs and how unfazed she was by our condition. It turned out that Kenzie already knew her, but I never found out if it was from school or because she was a regular customer. Annie turned out to be a fantastic server and we had a great dinner filled with fun conversation as we got to know each other. I learned that Kenzie came from a big family and was the third of four siblings. She was closest to her oldest sister Carly, who was eight years older and had a three year old daughter along with a set of twin sons. Kenzie explained that Carly had delivered the twins when she was pretty young, and they were closing in on their fifteenth birthdays this summer. Kenzie adored all three kids, but had a special relationship with her nephews, "And I'm their favorite person in the world too. We're partners in crime," she told me. She also had a middle sister named Jill who was three years her senior, and a younger brother named Nate, who was only about a year older than his nephews.

At about six fifty-five Annie came up to our table and said we had to get inside right away; the next game of trivia was about to start. I hadn't even known we were still planning to play.

"Kenzie had me enter you a little while ago," Annie filled me in. "Now go, they won't wait for you."

We got up and started to hustle inside. "Can I pay the bill after the game, Annie?"

"You're going have to because I'm playing too." It turned out that the first half of Annie's shift was in the restaurant and then she had a break before she finished the night working upstairs at the bar. "They don't usually let employees enter the contests, but they make an exception for me because I never win," Annie said. "I think they like it when I have to work the second half of my shift after they've dumped a pitcher of water over my head or whatever other silly thing they do to the losers. I don't care, and it's fun. The uniforms are black shirts so no one can really see anything. Plus, it gets hot in there, so the water feels nice. And one of these days I'm going to win an extra hundred bucks!" Now that our dinner was done and she wasn't serving us any longer Annie had turned into a bit of a chatterbox.

We somehow got separated from her as we hurried through the now-crowded bar toward the small stage we'd seen earlier. The same STAFF guy that I'd seen earlier was back on the stage leading the trivia game, and it looked like he'd already introduced two of the four teams. He saw Kenzie and I approaching and smoothly worked it into what he was saying. "And welcome back the fearless Kenzie!" The crowd cheered with gusto. Obviously this wasn't Kenzie's first time doing this. She waved, playing it up for her fans. "And who do you have for your partner, Kenzie? You're not playing with yourself again tonight?" The crowd cheered and laughed, and I wasn't sure if it was at the double-entendre or because they knew Kenzie's history better than I did.

"This is my new friend Sam," Kenzie informed the host, whose name turned out to be Guy (of course), and the audience gave me a polite cheer. I waved as well.

"Any finally, as you all've been waiting for, our very own Annie!" Guy announced as Annie came to the stage, her curly blond hair now loose and hanging down over her shoulders. Annie now wore her bar uniform: a black Woody's t-shirt and a pair of faded Daisy Dukes. I had no idea how she'd found the time or the place to change, but there she was! The audience gave Annie an even larger ovation than Kenzie had received, which surprised me. I supposed I was biased already.

"This is my girlfriend Lindsay," Annie was saying by way of introducing her partner for the game. Lindsay was taller than Annie, and just as pretty, but she seemed awfully shy for being on the stage in front of everyone. Her long brown hair fell to her shoulders, and she wore a blue button down Oxford shirt with a bank logo on the chest and her long sleeves rolled up to just below her elbows. A navy blue knee-length skirt completed her uniform. She'd obviously come straight from work and she stood out a little bit in the bar full of t-shirts, jeans, and short shorts, even with the top couple buttons of her oxford shirt undone.

The two teams that had already been introduced by the time we hurried in were another guy-girl team wearing matching red Arizona Cardinal jerseys and a team of two over bubbly big-boobed girls wearing low cut tank tops and shorts. Kenzie leaned over to me, "We are so gonna win!" she said quietly.

"I wouldn't bet against us, but don't get too cocky, Slime Girl" I replied and we both laughed.

Each of the four teams stood behind their own small table as Guy started reviewing the rules, "For the first round there are going to be twenty questions and at the end of the round we'll eliminate the two lowest scoring teams. The two remaining teams will then go head to head in a best of five round competing for the grand prize, a hundred dollar gift card. The runner-up will get twenty-five dollars in cash. Any questions?"

One of the bubbly girls raised her hand. "Do we just shout out the answers?"

"I'm glad you asked. To buzz in and answer a question all you have to do is hit your partner with one of the pies on the table in front of you." As he said this, two very pretty Woody's employees appeared carrying trays full of shaving cream pies. They proceeded to fill the tables in front of the contestants with six small paper plates each, piled high with shaving cream. The crowd laughed, as did most of the contestants, Kenzie and I joining in. Annie's friend Lindsay looked mortified. The bubbly girls looked bubbly. "Okay, everyone ready to get started? Oh, wait. There's one small thing I forgot. If you ring in and give a wrong answer, you get one of my pies!

One of the Woody's Girls opened a small curtain on the stage behind Guy. There was a long folding table behind him and it held at least a dozen shaving cream pies, but these were much bigger than our buzzing-in pies. They were made on full sized paper plates, and they contained much more shaving foam.

"Okay, here we go!" said Guy. "Question number one: What city"

Before Guy could say another word, and before I actually knew what was happening, Kenzie had hit me in the side of the head with one of our little pies! "Scranton, Pennsylvania!" she yelled triumphantly.

"Wrong!" Guy said, pressing a button that made a bzzzz sound." Kenzie started to protest, but one of the Woody's Girls planted a big pie in her face, filling her open mouth before giving the pie a good twist to get some into her hair before wiping any left-over foam down the front of Kenzie's gray t-shirt. For the second time tonight Sparky the mascot along with the ASU logo that was printed on her shirt was covered in goop. "What city," Guy started over, "did Michael move to after getting engaged?"

"One of the bubbly girls hit the other with the first of their pies. "Colorado!" she called out.

"That's not a city," said Guy winking at the crowd while pressing the bzzzz button. The other Woody's Girl seemed to take great pleasure in nailing her pie target this time.

Lindsay then surprised us all by whacking Annie with the next pie. "Denver," was her guess, which got a bzzzz and earned Lindsay a big pie of her own. It turned out that the Woody's girls were old pros at delivering shaving cream pies, never leaving anything on the plate when they were done, even if it meant smearing the plates around their victim's heads or wiping any excess onto arms or chests.

No one else tried to buzz in so I asked, "Can I still buzz in if my partner already got it wrong?"

"Sure, each person gets one guess per round."

Since Kenzie's face was already full of shaving cream I deposited my pie on the top of her head. "Boulder." I said and was rewarded with Guy ringing one of those countertop bells like you'd find in a bank or a bed and breakfast a few times.

"And we're off to a great start!" Guy said enthusiastically. "After only one question we've got six creamy contestants. And I bet no one is surprised that Kenzie has managed to take the lead while at the same time getting hit with twice as many pies as anyone else!"

Both Kenzie and the crowd laughed at this as Kenzie scraped shaving foam away from her eyes, mouth, and ears before wiping her hands on her jeans. She pulled the paper plate from the top of her head but left the rest of the foam where it was. She even wiped the paper plate clean on the rear of her jeans before setting the empty on the table to be collected. I was really starting to like this girl.

Guy moved on to the second question. "What is Pam's favorite flavor of yogurt? Yes, Amy?"

The other guy-girl team had finally buzzed in as the girl, apparently named Amy, smacked her boyfriend with a pie. "Mixed berry," she answered. Ring ring went the bell.

The rest of the first round flew by, keeping the Woody's Girls busy refilling the tables holding our ammo. Kenzie and I made a good team, as long as we each got a guess at the questions. I knew more of the answers than she did, but I needed time to think. When Kenzie knew an answer she knew it immediately. The girl was fast!

The bubbly girls only got a single question right, but they delighted in hitting each other with their pies on every question. They knew some of the answers, but every time they had the right response another team would buzz in ahead of them. They were obviously playing just for the fun of it, and they each managed to get totally covered in foam by the end of the round. I started to think they would have been disappointed if they'd gotten a question right because they seemed to really enjoy getting pied.

At the beginning I'd figured that Amy and her boyfriend would be our main competition, but they faded fast. Amy only buzzed in one more time, getting the answer wrong, and the large penalty pie seemed to make her gun-shy about ringing in again. Her boyfriend, however, kept hitting her with little pies to ring in and make a wild guess which turned out to be wrong and resulted in big pies for him. I think he was trying to cheer her up by getting pied, but he should have known that it wasn't going to happen while she was also getting hit with pies, no matter how small they were.

Annie and Lindsay were the surprise of the night for all of us! Getting hit with that first big pie had the opposite effect on Lindsay as it had on Amy, and she came alive, buzzing in as much as anyone else. Sometimes the two of them would hit each other, both of them trying to get the drop on everyone. If Kenzie managed to ring in ahead of them and get the question wrong, they'd hit each other yet again, trying to buzz in ahead of the rest of the field.

Kenzie continued to receive large pies as her quick buzzing technique resulted in quite a few wrong answers, but it was part of a system that we came up with on the fly. As soon as Kenzie had any sort of guess at all she's hit me with her pie and take a shot at guessing correctly. She was wrong twice as often as she was right, the shaving cream piling up on her head, shoulders, chest, and arms, and slowly sliding down her shirt. But as long as she didn't mind taking pies, I could usually come up with the right answer once I'd gotten more time to think. Then It'd be my turn to hit her with a pie and give the correct response. Her jeans were getting pretty creamy as well since she kept cleaning her hands there after wiping her eyes and mouth.

After twenty rounds Kenzie and I had ten points; Annie and Lindsay were in second place with six. Pam and her boyfriend were eliminated with three points and the Bubbly Girls only had one point, but they were absolutely covered in shaving cream and surrounded by handsome guys, so I think they'd accomplished what they'd set out to do.

We got a short break before the finals and we tried to scrape most of the foam off of our faces and clothes with varying degrees of success. I got a fair amount out of my hair and used what remained to give myself a mohawk. "Oh my god!" Kenzie exclaimed when she saw me. "Do mine!"

The crowd cheered when we went back on stage for the finals. My mohawk looked great, but it was only about an inch and a half high. Kenzie came back looking like Hawk from Cobra Kai. Annie and Lindsay and even Guy were laughing their butts off, and Kenzie and I were loving it. Five questions to go.

Kenzie and I got the first question as I was finally the faster team member when Guy asked, "What is Michael's middle name?"

"Gary," I said, after depositing a fresh helping of shaving cream in Kenzie's face. I was careful not to wreck her spikey hairdo.

Ding ding ding. One to nothing, us.

"What is Dwight's middle name?"

No one seemed to be sure, including me. Finally, Lindsay reached out to hit Annie with a pie and guessed "Karl?"

"So close," Guy said. Bzzzz sounded and Lindsay's consolation pie flew. Annie and Lyndsay were laughing as her face was instantly covered again. The two girls had been more interested in getting a round of drinks during the break than in cleaning up, and they were both beginning to resemble girl-shaped fluffy white clouds.

"Hold on..." Kenzie was thinking out loud. "It's not Karl it's Kurt!" she exclaimed as she sent a pie my way. Guy dinged the bell and we were ahead two to nothing. One more correct answer and we'd be the winners!

"In the 'Diversity Day' Episode, what comedian does Michael imitate?" Annie was on it in a flash. "Chris Rock!" she crowed, hitting Lindsay with a pie right in the cleavage. Lindsay's whole head was covered at this point, including her hair and even the back of her head. Her blue Oxford shirt had been getting more and more covered as the night went on, and after smacking this last pie into her chest, Annie took the time to rub the shaving cream all over her girlfriend's uniform top, paying special attention to her boobs and cleavage, even going so far as to undo another one of her shirt buttons to make it easier to get some of the foam down inside her bra. To everyone's surprise, the once-shy Lindsay appeared to be having the time of her life, arching her back to help give Annie easy access to her chest.

The game paused for a minute or two as everyone, including Guy, watched Annie and Lindsay's performance. "Okay," he squeaked, then cleared his throat and continued on in his normal voice, "In that same episode, what name does Michael have on the card on his forehead?" All four of us hit our partner's faces with pies, but Guy ruled that Lindsay had buzzed in first.

"MLK!" she shouted, and returned the favor to her eager girlfriend, covering Annie's boobs so much that there wasn't even a hint of the black color that the shirt had started out with at the beginning of the game.

"Okay, that's two to two! Whichever team gets this one right wins the game!" Guy proclaimed as he started to read the final question. "Who runs the warehouse?"

Again, all four of us hit our partners with pies trying to be the first to buzz in. This time Guy ruled that Annie was that fastest. "I actually have no idea," Annie laughed. "Bob?" One of the Woody's girls grabbed some extra ammo and gave her a pie sandwich as an extra penalty for guessing wrong.

This inspired me, and I gave Kenzie a pie sandwich of her own, only I had to use the smaller pies. I wrecked her mohawk as I smeared the cream around, but it left her with extra foam all over her head and face. "Daryll!" I answered.

Guy dinged his dinger five or six times proclaiming us the winners. Kenzie jumped into my arms giving me a soapy peck on the lips along with a very creamy hug. Annie and Lindsay used the rest of their ammo on each other. The two Woody's Girls, of course, gave Guy a pie sandwich with a couple of the pies that remained on the long table behind him on the stage, then they used the rest on each other, putting on a performance that almost, but not quite, rivalled the Annie and Lindsay show.

After things settled down a little, Guy first presented Annie with the twenty five dollar second prize, then gave Kenzie a gift card for one hundred dollars. Kenzie and I nodded at each other, and Kenzie gave Annie the entire gift card to cover our fifty dollar dinner. So it turned out that Annie was the big winner of the night, clearing seventy five dollars not even counting any of her other tips.

A few of the audience members offered to buy us drinks, but Kenzie and I had been at the bar long enough for one night. For the second time that day, we walked hand in hand out the back door toward the hose on the side of the building. The Bubbly Girls were already there, putting on a show of hosing each other down for their new guy friends. Annie and Lindsay were a little ways away, obviously waiting for their turn with the water. They had added kissing to their fondling show, and the shaving cream looked like it was being rubbed onto butts and crotches along with boobs and cleavage by this point.

It wasn't exactly easy to turn away from these displays, but I was honestly more interested in the cute girl who was holding my hand than anything else that was going on.

"I have a better idea," she whispered into my ear and led the way back to Mill Avenue. We got a couple of curious looks as walked along since we were still sporting a fair amount of shaving cream, but it turned out that we didn't actually get noticed all that much in the crowd of college students and twenty-somethings. Kenzie led us a block north and then a block east to an open area away from the crowds and close to Tempe Town Lake. "I had a great time tonight," she told me, moving in close.

"Best first date of my life." I told her as I put my arms around her and actually held her for the first time. As we stood there face to face and looked at each other, I realized that I was only a few inches taller than she was. We fit together pretty well, I thought. We shared our first real kiss, then another and then a third. She was a great kisser, and I was enjoying myself so much that the bubbling and fizzing noises barely registered, but the sudden flumes and sprays of water from all directions shocked me back into reality. Kenzie had led us to the middle of the Tempe Splash Pad! We laughed and screamed, but never let go of each other and were soon kissing again as the torrents of water splashed over us, rinsing the last of the shaving cream away in a flash.

I have no idea how much time passed as we made out and danced on the splash pad. It felt like hours that went by in seconds. In retrospect I guess it was probably about twenty minutes. I would have stayed there all night, but Kenzie eventually pulled away. "I know it's fairly early, but I'm in college, which means I have to work on the weekends, including tomorrow. I'm really sorry, but I have to go. I can't wait to see you again."

"My schedule is easier, so let me know when you're free and I'll be there," I told her. I was probably supposed to be a little smoother about it, but I didn't care, I was hooked.

She didn't seem to be holding back very much either. "I'll see you soon," she said, "Real soon." Then she surprised me by reaching down and giving my not-very-well-hidden erection a quick wet squeeze before she gave me one last kiss and squished off into the night toward home.

I walked back to my car, my shoes making their own squishing sounds. I put the top down on my old convertible and headed for home letting the hot desert air dry me as I drove away knowing that this had been the start of something wonderful.