She sighs. “I guess,” she agrees, her head dropping until her chin hits her chest. “What do you want me to do first?”
“Oh,” you say, “you & I are done.” She asks, “Then what’s this deal about? What do I have to do with it if you don’t want me?”
You reply, “Oh, I want you… But not just you. I want you to introduce me to some other people I might get involved with. Any more hot teachers? You got any good-looking girlfriends? Do you have any sisters…if those looks are genetic, that is. You gotta know somebody else for me.”
“OK,” she says. “Maybe we can call…” |