And worry about distracting Cindi even more?

Matt had to admit Cindi's outfit, which was so short he was looking right at her tights-covered crotch, was distracting. A part of him itched to reach across the console and stroke her thighs. But then Cindi screeched around another corner and he discretely kept his hands to himself. Yeah, he might risk his life to get laid but he wasn't getting laid while Cindi was driving.

Cindi cut through a gated community that Matt knew she didn't live in, barely missed a couple of joggers and a girl on a horse, and almost spun out when she turned into the skating rink parking lot.

I've got to get my own car, Matt thought.

The skating rink was nothing like the places where Matt had been before. Elegant lighting, classy music and beautifully dressed skaters filled the place. Cindi pulled her own set of skates out of the BMW's tiny trunk, then Matt paid their admission fee and his own skate rental.

Cindi made a point to introduce him to a number of girls... who wore similarly skimpy clothes... and then headed for the ice dazzling Matt with a collection of jumps and spins that looked Olympic quality to him.

Perhaps, he thought, ice skating wasn't my most brilliant idea.

Matt hadn't always been a Californian. As a kid, he'd played hockey on frozen ponds in Michigan, which gave him the ability to navigate the rink without falling down, at least, but he wasn't in Cindi's class.

After a couple of minutes of showing off, she skated to him. "Hey Matt. I've got an idea. We're all girls here at the rink and we need a guy to do lifts and things. Do you think you could lift for us?"

He thought about the money he was making from tutoring {if Mrs. Adams>10} and his pool work for Mrs. Adams{endif} and thought how quickly it would disappear if he had to pay rink fees and probably student fees. On the other hand, Cindi looked so excited. Then he thought about the Olympic skaters and how he'd watched, mesmerized, when the guy skaters basically put their hands right in the girls' crotches to lift them.

"Why don't we see if I can even do it?" he suggested as a compromise.

{if fitness>20}Cindi ran a finger down his arm. "I think you could. You're very strong.

{else}"That sounds reasonable," Cindi said.{endif}"Let's give it a try."