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Rabbit hadn't actually said anything, but she could tell that it made him uncomfortable for her to be wearing it, so she wanted me to have it back. I took it back to the jewelry store, and they were more than happy to give me half of what I had paid for it.
As I walked the mall, though, I found it nearly impossible to pick something new out for Tanya. Because everything I looked at caused the same questions to pop up in my mind. I wonder how Cammie would look in this? I wonder if Cammie would like this?
Finally, feeling a little bit dizzy, I sat down on one of the benches in the center of the mall. The one, it was true, with the view of the Victoria's Secret store. Maybe I should just go ahead and get the castration over with. I saw this, Cammie, and I thought of you.
I was actually starting to feel a little bit better. I was a little distracted, though, by a brunette who was standing with her back to me looking in the window at a tan bra and panty set. From the back, it appeared to me that she had the perfect figure to make it work. Tall with very nice curves, and very long auburn hair. I watched her look at it for a while, and then start to walk away. And then she stopped and stood in front of it again. And then she took five steps away. And then she walked back. And then she turned around, and I burst into laughter.
"And just what is so funny, Mister Sterling?" Rachel Carter demanded, having covered the ground between us in a few short strides. She stood there, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You think I would look funny in that outfit?"
"No, ma'am," I said, suddenly sober again. "I think you would look incredible. It was your indecision I found, um, humorous."
She tapped her foot on the ground, looking back at the store window over her shoulder.
"So you gonna buy it or are you just gonna stare?"
She looked back at me, her face a bright pink.
"'Cause I think it would look pretty darn nice," I added.
She was now almost red.
"I'm thinking I should start dating again," she said, suddenly wheeling around and sitting beside me on the bench. "It's hard."
"I'm sure it is," I nodded.
We spent the next hour sitting there while she told me the story about her fianc__e. We cried, we laughed, we held hands together. It was particularly poignant when she explained that he had been a graduate student at the University of Virginia. That, she explained, was why she had been so willing to help me when I had wandered into the office on the day after Christmas.
And then, very shyly, she turned to me and asked if I would like to have dinner with her, at her house. I looked into her eyes, trying to make sure that I knew what she was asking.
She leaned into me, her eyes dancing now.
"'Cause I think we could have a lot of fun together."
I just smiled at her as she traced a finger along my arm.
"I would, and I wouldn't," I finally said.
She looked a little disappointed.
"The old Trick, the one that did Ms. Torianni and all those other girls in the high school and elsewhere," I said, "he would have done you in a minute. The new Trick is a little different. The new Trick is the one that you danced with, the one that you celebrated his SAT score with."
"That's the Trick I like," she said quietly.
"Yeah, and that's the Trick that now wants love to go with his sex," I smiled. "And I do love you, Rachel Carter, just not like that."
"I heard you broke up with your girlfriend last weekend," she put a hand on my knee in sympathy.
"Yes and no. She wasn't really a girlfriend, so we didn't really break up. But it did hurt. I don't think I really did love her."
"That's too bad," she murmured.
"On the other hand, I am in love now."
"Already?" she giggled. "You're a very fast worker, Patrick Sterling."
"Well, she doesn't love me, but I'm working on that."
"How can she not love you?" she took my side immediately.
"Who knows? Women. Still, what I would like to do, Rachel Carter, is to take you to the dinner I owe you, and then to the theater."
"The theater?" she lau