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She just chuckles, slapping my leg. "Your just as bad at small talk as you were before," her hand stayed on my knee, the small vibrations slowly making it travel up my thigh. I didn't know if she was doing it on purpose or it was just a happy accident, but the soft touch of her hand felt nice on the outside of my jeans. I just hoped her hand wouldn't travel to far up my leg, she would find my harden erection yearning to be noticed. "So do you have a girlfriend? I would be surprised if you didn't, you were always so sweet and friendly." I sigh, "No, not really. American girls really don't like guys like me, that want guys that have money and amazing bodies. I'm not poor but I'm not rich, and I'm muscular but not toned." "Well, those girls are stupid. If I could shrink you, I would. I would stuff you in my bra like I do with my wallet or phone when I don't have any pockets like right now and carry you around with me everywhere. You would be my pocket boyfriend and I wouldn't let you out of my sight." I let out a nervous chuckle, glad the bar that I hung out was coming up. I pull into a parking space and shut off the engine, turning towards her so I could see her face when I talked. "That... would be interesting. Stuff like that can't happen though, so we have to do things the old fashioned way and just hang out with each other." I open my door and step out, looking up at the night sky as I asked the heavens for patience. I watch a shooting star streak across the sky and silently make a wish that I could be with Susan throughout her day, spending time with her to make her life easier. I let out a sigh and hold the door open for her so she could climb out, shutting the door behind her. Her phone suddenly buzzed, she quickly pulled it out of her bra like she was talking about and held it up to her ear. Her conversation was quick, her face a range of emotions. Finished she hung up, looking up at me with teary eyes, "Hank, I'm sorry to do this but I have to go home. Like home home. My visa has been revoked for some reason and if I stay here any longer, I'll be deported and won't be able to ever return. I need to go home and pack." Her eyes stared off in space, her mind a million miles away as she tried to figure out what to do in her head. I just open the door to my truck with a sigh, "It's alright, you'll be back one day and I'll be here waiting." She give me a sweet smile, kissing my cheek before climbing back into the middle of the truck. So much for wishing on shooting stars, I think to myself as I climb in and take her home to her apartment.