Miss (Tease you)

With all the giggling and whispering from the four girls, you're really expecting some action. Jennifer seemed quite inspired by the girls in the back row making out with one another, so you figure you'll have some lovely little sights and sounds at your elbow at any minute.

You're on the edge of your seat from the anticipation. Every time you hear the sound of one of the girls shifting their weight or shuffling their feet, you dart a glance over to your seatmates.

It takes you twenty minutes to realize they're teasing you, making the slightest little motion, a sigh, a few fast, deep breaths, a little kissing sound, but they're not really playing with each other at all.

You feel your face get hot with irritation, but finally you shake your head and smile. You settle down to watch the movie and figure you'll get another chance later. At least they haven't made you play popcorn boy again.

A League of Their Own winds down to its conclusion.

When the movie is over, the girls turn and look at you and break out in a gale of laughter.

"Well played," you tell them. "Well played."

There's an intermission before the next movie, Drew Barrymore's Whip It.

The evening is young, and the bruise on your chest is throbbing only mildly.