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Karen walked through the hallway, glanced at Wendy and Paul and then
stopped dead in front of me.
Did I say she was fairly cute before? Well, she was very cute in that dress, with her hair done and make-up on. Incredibly cute. Beyond cute. Even if we hadn't met over that lunch and she were some evil spiteful girl, I still wouldn't mind spending an evening with her. We all said "Hello" to each other and to the parents. I started to present her with her corsage. but I was stopped by her mother. "No, no, no, let me get some pictures of you first!" We lined up by the fireplace and had pictures taken without our flowers on and then with our flowers on, and she also took action photos of the scenes inbetween. We finally got out of the photo shoot when Karen's mother fumbled as she tried to reload the camera a second time. From there, we got back into the limo, and Wendy got to show Karen all of the neat toys, including a CD player that I missed the first time. "We should've brought CD's," said Wendy, but she settled for the radio. She and Karen were crawling around looking for other neat toys, and I just drank some of the free soda and looked at Paul. It was a long ride to The Plaza, some fancy hotel in the city where the prom was being held. Once we got out onto the highway, Paul also started roaming around the back seats, but I think he was just trying to get close to his date. | ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
by Brian Tivol |