asked as she handed the plate to me.
"Not just yet. I'm still drinking my tequila."
"You can have tequila and eat cookies at the same time," she said as she grabbed one and started munching on it.
"I know." I grinned and took another shot of tequila. I wasn't sure if she realized it, but as she was now sitting with her legs crossed, her shorts had ridden all the way up so that I could see the smooth expanse of her thighs. She had beautifully long legs and very shapely. I could imagine what it would feel like to have them wrapped around me. "Get your head together, Ethan," I whispered to myself.
"Sorry, what did you say?" She asked me questioningly, her brown eyes peering at me under long, black lashes.
"Oh nothing. I was just saying I shouldn't drink too much tonight because of work tomorrow, you know?"
"I think you've already missed that train, hun," she laughed.
"Me too, if I'm honest but maybe I'll go in late."
"Maybe I will as well." She paused. “But wait didn't you say you just started your job?" She raised an eyebrow. "Would that really look good?"
"I think I'll be okay. Plus, I'm on a 90 day probationary period. They're not going to fire me before then."
"I wouldn't be so sure but you know better than me," she shrugged.
"So, let's play 20 questions," I said. "Here's the deal."
"Uh oh. I don't know if I like the sound of that," she said and I watched as she picked up her glass with a very small bit of tequila left. I grabbed the bottle and poured more in. "Oh my gosh, that's so much," she shook her head. "I'm going to have such a headache tomorrow."
"You'll be okay," I grinned. "I have plenty of Motrin if you need it. And maybe I'll make you breakfast or we can go to breakfast."
"You're going to make me breakfast?" She looked shocked. "This I got to see."
"Hey, I can make a mean pancake."
"Can you really?"
"I can try," I laughed.
"Okay, so what's the deal? How are we playing this game?" She asked.
"Okay. So we'll ask each other 20 questions. We can ask anything that we want. Now, if you answer you have to tell the truth. If you don't want to answer then you have to remove a piece of clothing."
"What? I don't think so," she shook her head. "I'm not getting naked."
"Well, you don't have to get naked, do you? You just have to tell the truth."
"But what if I don't like the question?" She shook her head.
"Well, that's up to you."
"Hmmm, I don't know about that." She hiccupped and then giggled. "Oh man, I'm feeling a little bit tipsy already.
"That's not going to be an excuse for you to go to bed, is it?"
"No." She shook her head. "I will play. Fine, but it doesn't really seem fair."
"What do you mean it doesn't seem fair?"
"I don't really have on enough clothes."
"Well, I don't have on many clothes either."
"Yeah, but I feel like you wouldn't actually mind if you had to disrobe."
"What? What are you saying?" I pretended to be shocked and enraged at her comments. "I don't want to just strip naked for anyone, you know."
"Ah ha, sure you don't."
"What? Okay," I looked to her bare feet, "If you want, you can add some socks and I'll add socks as well. Okay?"
"Fine," she said and she stood up. I watched as she walked over to her side of the room and opened a small little drawer. She took out a pair of socks.
"Can I borrow a pair?"
"You want to borrow a pair of my socks?" She looked down at my feet. "Your feet are huge."
"You don't think your socks will fit me?"
"Well, no," she said, "Maybe some of my hiking socks." Then she threw me a pair of wooly gray socks. "Here, put these on." I grabbed them and put them on my feet. They were soft and while they did fit, they barely fit.
"Thanks, Molly."
"You're not welcome. You don't have your own socks?"
"I did but I didn't want to have to get up."
"You’re so lazy," she laughed as she walked over to the couch and sat down. "You're really, really lazy."
"No, I'm not." I reached over and tickled her knee. She giggled and pushed my hand away.
"Stop it."
"Okay," I said, loving the fact that she was so easygoing and easy to talk to. I hadn't considered that I'd meet a girl like Molly. Most of the women I knew