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nipples standing at full attention.
    “Fuck!  I can’t go without a bra if I’m going to shine my
headlights!  Geez, Sally.”  I laugh exasperated, grabbing a pale blue
sweater to cover myself.
    “No sweater.”  She pulls it down and off my shoulders.
    “I need a sweater.  Look at my nipples, damn it!”  I pass my
hands in front of my tits like one of those girls from the Price is Right . 
“Even if they go down before we head out, it’s frickin’ cold outside, and this
top is too tight.  I wear shit like this to bed, not out in public.”
    “Leave it on but only if it gets cold.”  She pouts, “It ruins
the look, hon.” She raises her hands in surrender, “My bad.  I’ll keep my
hands to myself.”  Snapping her fingers, she reaches for the sweater,
“Give it to me, I’ll put it in my bag.” 
    I begrudgingly give it to her, and she delicately folds it, placing it in
her bag.  We head out the door to the elevator.  As we walk down the
hall, I take a moment to check out the two goddesses in front of me.  Sometimes
life isn’t fair.    
    We cross the lobby and head out into the sunshine.  “Damn it, I left
my sunglasses.”  I curse.
    “No time.  The restaurant is on the north end of campus.  As it
is, we’ll be lucky to get there on time,” Tracy says.
    We keep a good pace, and I realize Sally was right, I don’t need a
sweater.  The sun is out and a nice breeze blows across campus as we head
to the restaurant.  As we reach the edge of campus, Sally links my arm and
guides me across the street.  The restaurant is packed with
students.  The rich aroma of pancakes and waffles fill the air, making me
realize I am famished.  The patio is in the front, and flowers and ivy
fall from the four posts of the half wall that lines the patio area.  It’s
packed with kids in shorts and flip flops, hanging out, and chowing down. 
Voices buzz and occasional laughter floats across the air as we approach the
hostess stand.
    A short girl with a pixie haircut and a sweet face approaches us saying,
“Hey Sally!  I haven’t seen you in forever!  How are you?”
    “Hey, Carrie.  This is my roommate, Amber, and this is Tracy. 
How are classes?”
    “Great….Roommate?  What happened to Lily?”  She rolls her
eyes.  “Never mind, I forgot it was you I was talking to for a
minute.”  Giggling, she asks, “Table for three?”
    “Actually we’re meeting someone.  Well, Amber is but I don’t think
she told him.  What are the chances we can get one of the round
tables?”  She leans forward, smiling her most persuasive smile.  “Pretty
please?”  She giggles.
    “On a Saturday morning?”  Carrie smirks and with a sigh, she says,
“For you, maybe.  Let me take a look around and see if anything’s opening
up.  Go in and find your friend, and I’ll take a look.” 
    I scan the room looking to see if he’s here and spot him inside the
restaurant at a table.  His hair is a dark mass of curls.  He’s
scoping out the menu so I have a moment to stare.  Wow .  He’s
in a t-shirt and jeans, so different from the suit.  He seems relaxed,
comfortable.  So hot .  I don’t belong here, having breakfast
with him.  Shit!  What the fuck am I doing?   I turn
sharply in an effort to leave, but Sally scoots me forward.
    “Ok, now you’ve seen him.  Breathe, Amber.  It’s ok to
exhale.”  She eggs me on.
    I weave my way towards him.  Somewhere along the way, Sally has
pulled back to speak with her friend, Carrie, pointing to the round table next
to Tommy.  As if on cue, the two couples stand and work their way toward
the door.  I force my feet to keep moving.  What is wrong with me?
     “Hey,” I say, biting my lip, shielding my eyes from the bright sun
drifting in from the patio.  I have never been so thankful for momentary
blindness.
    Tommy stands, brushing my cheek softly with his lips.  “Hey,
Amber.  I wasn’t sure if you would prefer outside or