? You sound like a fucking idiot.?Thanks.??You really nailed that solo? Prisoner of Society. I?m not that good.??Gotta practice,? Amber said. What the hell? ?I?m gonna head home, wecould walk there.? Stupid, you?re still pumped from the show.So?Kurt broke into a wide grin, ?Sure.? He pulled the joint from hispocket. ?This could make the walk a little better.?Amber grimaced. She opened her mouth to speak.Girl like Bobbie can change you.?Gotta have to get me one? he had said. He saw that the joint had strucka chord, a very sour one. He dropped it like the police were coming.?Or?or we could talk about music.? He ground the joint into thepavement. It?s just pot, can always get more?If I want it.?Hey,? He smiled again, the joint forgotten. ?Only users lose drugs,right? Or is that the other way around? Cookie?? He held out the badcontaining the triple chocolate cookies he got from Bobbie. Amberlaughed, and they walked off together. She accepted the cookie and tookan appreciative. ”“You’re welcome James. To be honest, I thought about it, and figured that I’m not going to find anyone sitting here at home, having a pity party.”You pause, snicker, and ask, “I was just wondering something. Now, don’t feel offended about my next question. Baby, if we find out we are compatible during dinner, can I have you for dessert?”I’m glad that we are talking on the phone, because at this moment I was blushing from head to toe. I ponder the thought, “What if there is chemistry?” The woman in me wants to scream, “I need to have a man, show me that I’m a woman again.” Then I give myself a little pet talk, saying, “Go slow, and don’t be too darn provocative.”I sighed, rolled my eyes, and giggled. “Ah, let’s just have dinner and see what happens, I’m not promising anything yet.”“Okay, see you Saturday. I’ll pick you up around six thirty p.m., if that’s alright with you.”“I’d like that, because I’m still new to this area. I don’t know my way around town very well, and can get lost.