Bob waited all evening for her to mention Donald. But Sarah had no intention of doing so. She was now in dating-two-people-at-the-same-time mode. Each had thrilled her with his kiss, left her wanting more.
Bob was sitting on a bench. Dessert was over. Sarah had been alternating between coyly flirtatious and charmingly wacky. She was just difficult enough to keep up with that he sometimes found himself enjoying the effort. But he was also disturbed at her unpredictability. He was supposed to be manipulating her, after all.
"Can I sit with you?" she asked, her eyes demonic.
"Certainly," he replied.
She sat on his bench and immediately started kissing him. The leopard purred. Her lips felt like an electrified wire. He was burning.
He pulled back. It wasn't in his plan to pull back. He did it automatically. She just wasn't fitting into his plan at all tonight. But through this new short distance he was able to look into her eyes. He saw that she did care, that she cared what he thought of her.
"I've got you," he thought.
"You're um very assertive," he said, with just the right balance of discomfort and nonchalance, and watched as she sunk about a mile.
"It's a work night," she said, not looking into his eyes. "I should be getting home."
Bob brought her home as quickly as possible. He did not linger over his victory. He was not a cruel man. Once at her door he gave her another one of his irresistible kisses and they said good night.
Object: Ecstasy