He takes her to his place

Jim grins and says, “I know just the place.” Then he dashes off to the main paintball range building.
By sheer reaction, Tiffany is about to follow her boyfriend. Then she recalls she is practically naked with her suit hanging open like that. She quickly zips up and runs after her boyfriend.
Jim tells her to quickly get changed, which she does. Tiffany can’t think of any other time she put her clothes on as fast as she does today.
When she gets to the entrance Jim is finishing up paying for the game. The couple then quickly exits the building, head into their car and Jim puts the pedal to the metal.
To think Jim is in such a hurry just so she’ll permit him to touch her. He must really love her.

When the car stops, Tiffany notices they are at Jim’s place.
“So this is the ‘safe’ place?” Tiffany asks.
“Best place for privacy.” Jim replies.
Tiffany can’t fault his logic. But when the gets out the car, she notices something in her reflection on the pick-up truck’s window.
“Wait.” Tiffany says.
“Come on, Tiff. Hurry up.” Jim tells her.
Tiffany pulls her hair out of the way and … “Oh god. I’ve got paint in my hair!”
Indeed, there is a huge clump of yellow paint caught in her red manes. It’s been there so long, part of it has even dried.
“Jim, I need to use your bathroom!” Tiffany says.
Jim sighs. You do not come between a girl and her hair. That is something he learned from previous relationships.
In just a short time, Tiffany is naked once again and under Jim’s shower.

The paint in her hair is already bad enough, but while undressing Tiffany discovered her entire body stank of paint.

When Tiffany finishes washing herself she looks around for a hair dryer but can’t find any.
“Jim!” Tiffany calls out. “Do you have a hairdryer somewhere!?”
A bit later the door opens slightly. Too little for someone to peek in but enough for it to become easyer.
“One of my previous girlfriends left hers in here.” Jim says. “Can I come in?”
Tiffany grabs a towel and wraps it around her body.
“Ok, you can get in now.” She says.
Jim enters the room and rummages around. Finally he produces a hairdryer.
“Careful.” Jim says. “It can only blow cold. That’s why she left it here. Said she didn’t have any need for’ broken things’ ”.
Before exiting the bathroom Jim turns to Tiffany and says, “Please don’t take too long. You wouldn’t want for my excitement to shrink away, do you?”
Tiffany smiles naughtily at her black boyfriend and the pulls open the towel around her, exposing her white body.

Jim’s mouth falls wide open in awe.
“Back at full size?” Tiffany asks.
Jim swallows and says, “I don’t mind your hair being wet, you know.”
Tiffany closes the towel again and says, “Go back to the living room, you dog. I’ll be there soon.”
Jim then leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

When Tiffany finishes getting her hair dry, the rest of her is pretty much dry as well. For a moment she things of putting her clothes on, but the she wonders if maybe it might be a good idea to just meet her boyfriend dressed in just a towel.