Chapter 6: Friday

Alex — Before Class

Friday morning, we were all pulled into Ms. Pat's office before we could strip. All of us except Tiffany. Ms. Pat closed the door as Gail pointed out that she was missing.

"Tiffany won't be here today, I'm afraid. That's what I want to discuss with you. We're canceling the program, effective immediately."

"What?" Steph was appalled

"Why?" Zach asked.

Ms. Pat sighed deeply. "Tiffany was attacked last night." Everyone gasped; there were only two questions, though: how was she and who did it. "She's as well as can be expected; Ervin Reese stopped him before any physical damage was done."

"Ervin?" Van asked confused. I didn't know the name either — no one seemed to.

"Tank." Tiffany said from behind us. I turned to see her standing in Ms. Pat's doorway, naked much to my shock. "Tank saved me."

Gail and Beth were the first ones to her, hugging and comforting her. Something about her expression, though, told me she didn't need comfort. If anything, I'd have said she needed a target.

"You didn't need to come in today, dear." Ms. Pat told her. "And you certainly didn't need to undress."

"I wanted ta finish the Program. I definitely don't want ta do this next week."

"We're canceling the Program."

Tiffany actually gasped. "But why? Not 'cause of that asshole Burk?" I gritted my teeth; I should have beat the crap out of Burk when I had the chance.

"He's been expelled."

"Good." Brenda spat. "I hope the jerk rots."

"But what about the Program?" Beth asked. "I mean, did we just spend a week embarrassing ourselves for nothing?"

"You will, of course, get credit for completing the Program if you need it — if you transfer schools — and it will reflect on you transcripts for college. But the administration feels, in light of this — this incident that..."

"That everything has ta stop because of me." Tiffany said mournfully. We all protested but she shook her head. "No, everyone's gonna blame me. Especially if Burk ain't here. But you can't stop the Program; some of us need this." She hesitated. "I did. In a way, what happened last night was ok."

"Oh, Honey..."

"No, wait. See, before, well, I'm — I was — I was afraid of sex. I was afraid of everything about it. I like being on stage — people look at me but they can't touch me. Not physically or emotionally. Sex is supposed to do both, so, I was scared. I didn't know how scared. I thought I could just smile and ignore it this week — I mean, I knew I'd be nude, but I thought, I'm at school and they can't, y'know, do me. So I just thought..." She hesitated and Gail hugged her. "I figured I could make it just another role. Just put on a character and act my way through it. I didn't think I'd feel it. I didn't think I'd like it. I'd never had a — a — an orgasm. This week, I've had four. Last night, when Burk — when Burk attacked me, I didn't want it, but it suddenly occurred to me that it was just sex. I mean really, just the ... the ... staged part ... like I used to think it was and not how it really is. The Program showed me that there is a difference between touching my body and touching me and even if Burk had gotten that far, he ... he couldn't touch me. And that, I could get thru it." She giggled. "I don't even think it woulda been good sex. And I'm so glad Tank came by when he did but I would have been ok if he hadn't. And last week, I wouldn't have been. So please, please don't cut the Program."

Stephanie stood up and began stripping. "You can't cut the Program. If Tiff's in, I'm in." Zach and Khalid started as well.

Gail looked at Van Chi. "I'm sorry." She said then started to undress. He didn't look happy but undressed too.

I decided I wasn't going to be last on this and stripped myself — everyone did. Ms. Pat looked stunned. "Are you all sure? I mean, I think we've proven that this is a dangerous idea."

"The Watchdogs have worked out ok," Brenda said. "Well, other than this. But we can work something out, I'm sure."

"The Watchdogs?" Ms. Pat was definitely confused.

"The football team. They started calling themselves that after Alex asked some of them to keep an eye on us." Somehow, I hadn't heard that one but then, I hadn't been in the locker room all week so I likely missed all the good gossip.

Ms. Pat looked thoughtful, "Hmm. If we can make that permanent somehow, that might help."

"Yeah, but it's gotta be more than the guys." I pointed out. "I mean, if we at practice, or playin' or somethin'..." Like last night, most of the team was watching me dance.

"Yeah, I say Tank's a dog now." Jared said. "And I'm sure you can get more of those athletic types."

"Alex, would you be point man for the Watchdogs?" Khalid asked. "I mean, all year not just this week."

"Cool." Kind of like letting the fox guard the hen house but I didn't say that out loud. "But what about next year?"

"You'll just have to train a replacement as well." Tiff said. "Tank's a junior, by the way."

I couldn't help grinning. "Right. Tank. I'm sure he'll say yes, anyway."

"Are you all sure about this?" Ms. Pat was truly stunned. "I mean, Brenda, Khalid, you two haven't even spoken to the student council. They may want to cancel the program."

"Actually, we discussed that yesterday." Brenda smiled. "They want ta adjust the calendar. Some of the girls figured out the way it's set up now, you could get called on your period and nobody happy about that."

"And they want an exclusion for serious religious reasons." Khalid nodded at Van Chi. "Some families just cannot get behind the program and it's not fair to get someone kicked out of their house for a school requirement."

"I suppose we can discuss that." Ms. Pat said thoughtfully.

Brenda and Khalid exchanged looks. "Discuss it." Brenda repeated dryly. "Yeah."

Beth spoke up. "And can we set up a special councilor for specific issues?" She blushed scarlet. "I mean, I'm not saying that you ain't good, Ms. Pat. Just that, some stuff kinda specific and, I don't know, it might be nice ta have a, I dunno, a sex therapist or somethin' ta talk ta."

"I'll bet my Dad could recommend one." Steph perked up. "He has a couple on staff at his clinic. I'll bet Daddy'd even come talk 'bout weird sex stuff to the whole school."

The bell rang and Ms. Pat threw up her hands. "Why did I opt for a high school? OK, you win — I'll tell Mr. Giles. He won't be happy. And he can still override you..."

"Yeah, but we'll all still be naked." Steph pick up her clothes, waving her round ass in my face — which I didn't mind one bit. "And I'm going to ask around — see who got letters for next week. I'll bet we can keep this going anyway."

"Tank's on the list." Tiff said. "We can start with him." She and Steph headed out without waiting to be dismissed. Van and Gail left as well — holding hands I was happy to note.

"Hey Van, talk to the swim team, "Beth said as she kicked my feet out of her way, "see if any of them want to join the Watchdogs. Hey, Zach, you think we could get somethin' in the school paper?"

"Yeah! Libby Baskin's real good a comin' up with logos too..." They seemed really excited about the idea.

Slowly, they all left except me. I stayed put. Part of me wanted to do Ms. Pat and figured now was a good time. Part of me was really scared that I was the real reason they wanted to cancel the Program. She and I sat in silence until the second bell rang.

"No." She said finally.

"No what?"

"No, I won't give you relief." Her tone was pretty flat.

I figured I could force her if I really wanted to but, if I did that, it really would be because I'm a shit. I waited another minute, then realized that I wasn't waiting for any good reason — maybe to talk myself into something I'd seriously regret — so I started to gather my clothes.

"I have to tell you that it's not because I don't want to." She laughed slightly, "Oh, you nailed that dead on. It's because my Dominant said no." My jaw dislocated it dropped so far. "She told me that I can't do anything with you and that I must tell you why I'm saying no and that you are completely allowed to abuse my attraction to you in any way that doesn't involve me receiving any gratification from it. Which is actually a rather short list, I'm sorry to tell you. Close your mouth, you'll attract flies."

I closed my mouth. We sat in silence some more.

I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say about this. "What?" was what finally came out.

"I don't understand the question. I thought you'd be thrilled."

"Yeah." I would have thought I would be too. "Why?"

"Why would she do this? Because she knows that this knowledge gives you an inappropriate hold on me. That I am now partially submissive to a 17-year-old boy and she gets genuine pleasure out of seeing me subjugated. That this is so ethically compromising that I could lose my career over it probably gets her off in and of itself."

It suddenly clicked in — her Dom was using me as a tool. Tormenting Pat got me hot, got Pat hot, got her Dom hot.

And nobody was getting hurt so long as we were all quiet about it. Nobody needs to know who you fuck except who you fuck. I got up and gathered my things. My dick was rock hard and bouncing as I walked around Pat's desk. "So I could jack off on your tits and you can't do a thing to stop me?"

She blushed. "No; that would definitely afford me some gratification. I told you — it's a short list."

I looked at her for a minute, wondering how I could satisfy all of us. Then I saw it — her hair was always pinned up. I unpinned it. It was that long dark lush East Indian stuff. There was a girl in Samoa who used to wrap her hair around my dick while she blew me. It felt amazing but she would never let me cum like that. I took a handful of Pat's hair and wrapped it around my dick. "What are you doing?" She asked and then when I started pumping in earnest, she groaned. "Alex! Don't do that — I'll have to try and wash my hair! I can't walk around like that all day. Alex, stop — you're pulling my hair." I ignored her — well really, her pleas were speeding me up so I wasn't so much ignoring her as just not listening. "Oh God, you're good." She gasped. Which was what pushed me over.

I clinched my teeth and tried to not to make too much noise as I poured a couple gallons of jizz in her hair. I used her hair to wipe me clean too. White globs stuck in one part of her hair. It made me want to do it again and cover her whole head.

"You look so hot like that." I said.

"I look like I've been used."

I shrugged. "Same thing, right?"

"Oh!" She huffed then pulled out a note pad and scribbled out a quick late note. "Go to class. And in the future, red means stop, you know that, right?"

"Huh?" Then I got it — her safeword. "Right. Red." I thought about it all of two seconds. "I'm allergic to peanut butter so it's easy for me to remember mine. Peanut Butter." She smiled. I smiled. "Monday?"

"Monday, 10am sharp."

"Yes, ma'am."

Beth — Second Period

Khalid and I arrived at Chemistry at about the same time — which was just after the second bell. Ms. Hanes was waiting at the front of the room. "Khalid, my dear boy, let's not keep the class waiting."

"No ma'am!" He dropped his books by the door and practically ran to sit in her lap. I was halfway to our workstation when she called me back.

"Oh yes, Beth, you should take relieve too."

"I don't need..."

"Nonsense. Besides, you are on the List."

"What list?" someone asked.

"The list of students who might not complete the program satisfactorily because of non-participation. Now, young lady, choose a volunteer and begin." She whispered something in Khalid's ear and he moaned. Her hand pinched his nipples and I stopped watching and turned my attention to the class.

I didn't even like most of these people. The only person, other that Khalid that I halfway got along with was Jon Lottman. Jon's older half-brother swam on the team at the Aquatics Center with Peter last year — both of them being too fast to swim on our school team — so he and I used to see a lot of each other. "Jon?" I asked hesitantly. He almost knocked over his bunsen burner getting up.

"Sure!" He hurried down to me. "Do you want to sit down?" He asked.

"No, standing's fine." He was at just the right height and actually better looking than I remember with a short cut 'fro and very kissable lips.

"OK." He stood there a moment, and then I realized that he was blushing. "What should I do?" He whispered.

"Ok." I said slowly. I'd never talked anyone through this. "Uh, put your hand on my breast." He cupped it gently. "Now slide it up. Yeah, like that."

"That's good?"

"Actually, that's very good."

"Yeah, feels good ta me too."

"Now, slide your hand down slowly." I figured it won't help me, but I might as well make sure he knew what to do next time. "Don't rush — most girls like stuff slow." His fingers touched my pubs and he jumped. "It's ok..."

"Not too fast?"

"Not now. I mean we only have five minutes."

"Oh, right." He played with my hair for a while, which was nice. "I like this."

"I do too. You can go further if you want." He wanted; his fingers followed my hair around my lips. He began caressing the crease between my lips and my leg. "Jon? That's sweet, but if you want the real spot, move a little to your left."

He blushed again. His fingers moved and suddenly sank into my pool of wetness. "Oh!" He gasped with a start and pulled his fingers back.

I grabbed his wrist before he could move them far. "No, that's what you supposed ta do."

He was panting slightly. "It's all slippery. Slick."

"That's because you doin' this right, Jon."

"Can I kiss your neck?" He asked suddenly as his fingers explored my pussy more deeply.

"Yes." I whispered. He was getting to me. I realized what I wanted — being fingered only frustrated me. I wanted to be fucked; that didn't get me off either but at least it felt great. Still, Jon's lips on my neck send shivers up and down my spine and somehow he discovered the perfect rhythm for stroking my clit. "Oh Jon," I moaned honestly, "that feels so good!"

We stayed that way while I listened to Khalid begin moaning louder. When he began speaking in Arabic, I knew he must be damn close. A moment later he shouted, "Al hamdu lillah!" I couldn't see him with my face buried in Jon's chest but I presumed that was it.

Slowly, I stopped Jon's hand. "Thank you." I whispered.

"That's it?" He looked a little confused and I had to laugh.

"We don't have time for me ta do all that. But you're really good."

"Really?"

"Really." I kissed him because it seemed like a good idea. He practically crushed me in response.

"OH GOD!" He groaned and I could feel his cock throbbing even through his pants. He held me for a moment, gasping. Then swore.

"Maybe you should make a quick trip to the bathroom."

"Uh, yeah." He said sheepishly. He tried to keep his back to the class as he hurried out of the room.

I looked over at Khalid and Ms. Hanes — they were kissing passionately, Khalid spent but still sitting in her lap. Eventually they stopped but not before the whole class had plenty of material for the rumor mill. "Shukran. Shukran. Shukran." I heard him whisper between kisses as he stood up. He fairly floated to our workstation; I stopped by the door and got his forgotten books.

Alex — Fourth Period

I may not have seemed like the type, but I liked reading. I didn't do much of it during football season but I tried — too much time reading playbooks or in the gym. I liked classics, and truth be known, I kind of leaned toward the romantic crap — Austin, Bronte, Tolstoy — because, well just because and that's all. I wasn't nearly as big on writing as I was on reading because I didn't always know how to say what I was thinking in any way that made sense to other people the same way it made sense to me. So, I wound up acing all my Lit classes but just getting by in Composition. That semester, however, Comp was pretty easy — come to class with a topic, write an essay, turn it in. At the end of the semester, a ten-page paper on anything was due with bibliography and footnotes. Ms. Cummings was mostly there to suggest topics and warm the chair for an hour.

Cummings. What a name for a high school teacher! Let's just say her body didn't live up to her name. Ms. Lumpkin would be a better fit.

Anyway, I got to class and took my relief with Jennifer Shickles offering me a hand job. Four classes, four girls, four messes; I wondered if I could actually do every class. I did have a pretty quick recovery time if I just let myself go and didn't try to hold back. Peter preferred to make me hold back until I damn near passed out but this unrestricted jacking off was a nice change of pace. Still, there wasn't much jizz left when Jen pushed me over the edge and I was kind of thinking even I had to have limits.

I did find, when I got to my seat, that I didn't have any brain cells left. I stared at a sheet of paper — Cummings made us actually write those damn things — and couldn't for the life of me think of a topic. I got up and went to her desk.

"I'm dry; I got nothing."

She smirked. "I noticed." A cum joke from old Ms. Cummings; just what I wanted. I started to reply then found myself blushing. Old people have sex too, I tried to remember. I knew that to be a fact — Uncle Julius was 62 when he married 20-something Aunt Rachael. Cummings managed not to giggle at me. "Paige actually is having trouble today too. Why don't you two chat for a minute and see if you can't spark some ideas." Which was a pretty standard suggestion from her. She waved Paige down and let us step into the hallway to chat.

Well, I tried to chat; Paige stared at me — part of me at least. "Does it hurt?" She asked in the middle of my sentence.

"Uh ... does what hurt?"

"When you, I don't know, grow. Does it hurt?"

"No. Why would it hurt?"

"It looks painful. All swollen like that."

I glanced down, and realized that it wasn't arousal that was starting the conversation; it was my bladder finally squeezing past my libido. "It's not but I gotta use the john. Well, the jane, I guess." I headed for the girls room and Paige followed.

"Can I watch?"

I almost tripped. "Watch?"

"Uh-huh."

"You wanna watch?"

"Uh-huh. I've done it but I've never watched it."

I let that line play back and forth in my head as we stepped into the empty girls' room. I went to the handicapped stall — bigger, since both of us would be in there — and aimed at the bowl. Done it but never watched. What the fuck... My thoughts were derailed completely — as was my action — when Paige's hand joined mine. "Uhhhh..."

"My Uncle won't let me touch his." She said casually — like there was nothing unusual being said or done. "He likes it when I wee on it but he won't let me touch it." Wee? I still didn't have anything more insightful than 'Uh' so I said that again. Suddenly I guess my bladder overcame my shock or shyness or whatever because urine started flowing. She let her fingers play in it a moment. "OH! It's warm! That's nice. He won't wee on me ever but I want him to." She looked at me and our eyes meet and — unfortunately for me — locked. "Do you like to wee on people?"

"No." I heard my own voice say but really I was thinking 'wee?' still. "I guess ... uh ... no."

"Oh." She shrugged then looked back at my dick and gave it a well meaning but painful shake. She took some toilet paper and dried her fingers.

We both stepped out and washed our hands. I was very, very, very glad this all happened before lunch because I'm pretty sure I would have lost mine.

"So do you have any topics yet?" She asked handing me a paper towel.

"Yeah," I nodded numbly, "like you never know what people are really like. I mean this program ... I am learning so much shit I ain't ever need ta know..."

"Really? God, I wish I could do it this year! I so can't wait!"

Don't ask, I told myself. Do not ask this. "Why can't you do it this year?" I heard myself say out loud.

"Age. I'm only fourteen and you have to be at least fifteen to participate. I skipped 4th grade. I would have skipped 6th too but Mom said it would be bad for me to go to college at sixteen." Smart fuckin' Mom. "Hey! Maybe that's my topic — it's unfair that I can't do the Program this year. Thanks, Alex!" She kissed my cheek and bounced into the classroom.

I'm pretty sure I got an 'F' on my essay. I couldn't get past the thought that you never know what some people are like really. You just never ever know.

Beth — Fifth Period

Alex caught me just before we got to Civics — our only class together this semester. He pulled me into a nearby doorway. "Hey, I haven't asked — how you been this week?"

I looked at him and couldn't help the laugh. "You ask me that now? Friday afternoon?"

He looked at his hands. "I have been kinda wrapped up in myself. I guess I hadn't been thinking about how you been gettin' through this. I mean, ain't like you ain't been naked before and ain't like you afraid of doin' it. But you get funny, sometimes." He smiled softly then shrugged. "I shoulda asked before now, so I'm askin' — how you been?"

The trick about Alex — and what had made him tolerable over the years even when he was a complete dick — was that underneath it all, he actually cares. He really just wanted people to be happy and he was truly upset when people he loved were hurting. Alex used to cry at the end of sappy movies; that's why he refused to watch them anymore. "It's been fine." I said lightly.

He grinned. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

The grin turned a bit feral. "You uh fuckin' liar." Which was what you deserve for lying to someone you've known as long and as closely as I've known Alex. I mean, we shared a crib at one point.

"We don't have time ta go into it now." I said and turned toward class.

He grabbed my arm and turned me back. "We got time."

I sighed. "It's been weird. I been worried 'bout you for a start. And I still haven't cum." Which sounded bitter even to me.

"Not once?"

"Almost but no."

"Shit!" I pinched him; he ignored it. "Fuck it; call me when we get in here. I'll do it."

The tempting part was that he just might have. But, even though we're only second cousins, an open incestuous relationship was a bit much for me. Not something I wanted the whole school knowing about. "Not ... here. I just wanna get thru this afternoon and go home. This has been an unnerving week."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He looked at me for a moment then kissed my forehead, tenderly. "Ok, Baby. Whatever you want." He grinned. "Ima find an excuse ta come over this weekend, you know that, right?"

The grin was infectious. "Alex!" I could feel myself blushing. "Yeah, I know."

The second bell rang and we hurried into class. There was a small knot of boys clustered near the door. Alex snickered.

"Mr. and Ms. McElroy," Mr. Irwin said. "Are either of you in need of relief?"

Alex glanced at me. "Yeah." He said giving me a slight tug toward the front of the room.

Mr. Irwin pursed his lips; I suspect he could read Alex a little better than most people. "OK. Alex, do you need a volunteer? Or is your intent to give the class a new social taboo to discuss?" If I could have seeped through the floor, I would have.

Alex gestured to me. "Ladies choice." There was some uncomfortable tittering as several people realized that Alex had deflected the question rather than answered it.

"I don't really need..." is as far as I got before Alex cut me off.

"Hey, Trucker. Come here." He waved Art over, ignoring my protests; the guys by the door grumbled as they went back to their seats. I glanced at Mr. Irwin but he was watching Alex as if he couldn't wait to see what he did next. Alex pulled Art into a huddle and whispered something. Art looked at me, nodded and they whispered a bit more. Then they slapped each other on the back and Art pulled out Mr. Irwin's chair for me. As I was sitting, I heard Alex call Maria Luciano as his volunteer.

Art knelt in front of me and smiled warmly. "What did he tell you?" I asked suspiciously.

He just shook his head. "I promise I won't bite." He kissed my knees just as I heard Alex moaning Maria's praises. Art pulled gently and I parted my knees. One more fake and then I should be able to get through the rest of the afternoon saying 'no'. Thank God it was Friday; I didn't think I could take much more of the Program. Art slowly kissed his way up my legs, alternating sides. If he was planning on making me squeal for the class, he was a little off the mark. I glanced at Alex; he had his head thrown back and his hands buried in Maria hair. I could see his ass clinching as he pumped her mouth with short strokes. I remembered exactly what it felt like to be in that position with Alex.

As a point of fact, I would rather have been in that position with Alex. Then I realized, that there was no reason I couldn't do it with Art. I tapped his hands. "Stop. Switch."

"What?"

"Stand up."

"What?" He wasn't following me at all.

"Never mind." I pushed the chair back and pushed him to the floor. "This will do."

"UH..." He looked from me to Alex to Mr. Irwin. "Can we do that?"

He looked at his watch. "You have three minutes left to decide." Art got his pants open fast.

There's something I find very powerful about blowing a guy. I had him completely at my mercy — I could make him joyous or make him suffer and it's all my choice. Art was very responsive and clearly, he was on the joyous side of the equation. He groaned as my lips slid up and down, making me very glad I switched positions. One of us should get relief, I thought, why shouldn't it be him? I did notice though, that I was getting as aroused as he was. Much more than I would have if I was the one being allegedly relieved.

"If we could wrap this up..." Mr. Irwin asked no one in particular.

When someone made me feel really good — usually Peter or Alex — there was this trick I liked to do, sort of a thank you. They usually got off pretty quick so I thought, why not? I didn't know Art particularly well so I really hoped it went over as well for him. I swallowed his head and he gasped, nearly doubling over. I pushed one hand between his legs and slipped a finger into his hole. I kept my fingernails short for exactly that purpose but it was later — much later — that it occurred to me what I might have found doing that! But at the moment, I didn't think of that. All I was aware of was Art suddenly nearly screaming, convulsing like crazy and then shooting off so hard I really did choke on it. I coughed for a moment while he lay there panting 'oh god' and our classmates actually cheered.

Peripherally, I saw Alex help Maria stand as he kissed her deeply. I knew that was largely because he liked to taste his own jizz. I looked at Art who was staring at them with an odd look. He looked at me and flushed a bit. "Uh, you mind if I don't do that?"

Actually, I minded a lot, kissing afterward was part of the fun. "No problem." I said trying to smile. I started to stand up and Mr. Irwin sprang to life and gave me a hand.

"You ok?" He asked softly. His usual non-pulsed expression looked very 'pulsed' for once. "What did you do to..." He stopped and actually blushed. I thought teachers outgrew that. "Never mind." He gestured me to my seat. "Gentlemen, if you will?" I looked back in time to see Alex give Art a hand up and the two of them whispered and chuckled back to their seats.

I didn't pay much attention to class, I confess, with Art's taste turning sour in my mouth and curiosity to know what Alex told him killing me.

After class, I waited for Alex in the hall. I had to wait, really, I had a sudden glut of requests — most to find out what I did to Art. I didn't tell them about the prostate trick; I'm not entirely sure why, I didn't but I was really uncomfortable about it. Art paused on his way out and asked me if I had plans for the night but I turned him down. He shrugged and kept moving. Finally Alex came out — one arm around Maria, one around her friend Lucy. He kissed them both before letting them move on without him.

Then, without asking why I was waiting for him, he hurried me over to the nearest dark corner and kissed me deeply. Honestly, if his tongue could have cleaned out my lungs, it would have. Still, it would be a lie to say I didn't respond in kind. We both pulled away panting. "Closest Ima get to the defensive line, likely." He grinned. "Trucker said you laid him out. He's taken 200-pound linemen that didn't drop him like you did."

"That a compliment?"

"Fuck yeah." He turned serious. "I told him ta take in easy on you — that some jerk had been kinda rough and you were kinda sore." I don't know what I expected him to say, but that wasn't it. The first bell rang. "Look, I gotta date tonight. I'll stop by your place on my way home. Cool?"