6:20 P.M.

"Well, it was worth a shot." He said, throwing his scarf over his face, shivering.

"It was kinda a dumb idea to try and go to an amusement park in the freezing cold anyways. Of course they'd close up early." She kicked a rock.

"It was a good try." He grabbed her hand and held it.

She smiled. "Tyler, you don't have to hold my hand."

"I know I don't. It doesn't mean I don't want to hold your hand."

She giggled. "Stop. What if someone sees?"

He laughed back. "Maybe I want them to." He stopped for a moment and turned her to face him.

She looked beautiful. She was wearing a little knit beanie with a little elephant on the front and her glasses.

She brushed the hair coming out from the side of her beanie. Smiling, she asked, "What're you looking at?"

In front of the world, Tyler kissed her.

They held hands all the way to the mall. He bought her a pretzel and they shared it at the food court.

"Something warm, so at least it was worth going all the way here." He said, taking a bite.

"It was worth going here just because I'm here with you." She replied.

He boo'd her. "You're so damn corny."

"I mean it." She smiled and looked down at her little bit of pretzel. "Um...thanks."

"For what?"

"I...when we started, um...you know." She gestured from her to him a few times and raised her eyebrows. "That. Thanks for, you know, uh..." She cleared her throat. "Thanks for not wanting to only get into my pants."

"Don't thank me for that, dummy. I love you."

She blushed. "I...you're..." She got even redder. "You're so annoying." She looked down.

He laughed. "Sorry." He grabbed her hand and held it on the table. "I like being sweet to pretty girls."

"Stooop," She said playfully, trying to tug away from his grip. "you're so corny!"

"Then you and I are a perfect match, you cornball." He laughed and she followed suit.

She then looked back at him, face as red as a tomato. "I'm not used to guys being so sweet to me. I mean, Tom is cool and all; he does nice things, but...you're just...the things you do..."

"I do the things that I do because I do those things...for the people I do. Particularly cute ones with a mole on their butt and a strong knack for sticking her tongue down my throat." He winked.

She sighed as she hid her face from him again. "Tyler Stone, you're going to get fucked so hard when we get home." She squeezed his hand.

A glint of interest sparked in him. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. Very."

"How? Describe it to me." He shifted in his seat.

"You're going to drive me home and then I'm going to pin you up against the wall and make sure you're not just sweet to pretty girls. You have a track record for doing a lot of things for sweet girls.

"Like?"

"You drive them fucking insane. Your body, your touch, your smell -- they're intoxicating. I don't need to drink because I get drunk off of just the magnetism you throw off. Every time I get you alone I wanna take my shirt off and sit on your face. Your track record includes that."

"What else does in include?"

She looked up, eyes flushed with lust. He felt the atmosphere of their table drip with sexual tension.

She took his hand and put his finger in her mouth. "You tie them up and leave them dripping on their parents bed, waiting so desperately to get fucked by their master. You fuck them so hard from behind they have to bite their sheets to keep from screaming so loud the neighbors think they're getting murdered. You make them lie to their boyfriend about being stuck in a snowstorm so they can get your cum all over their chest and inside of their mouth. You make them invite you over and cheat with them, have them leave nail marks in your back and you leave them hickeys that still make them wet when they think about it."

"That's a long track record."

"There's so much more."

"I think I can add more to that too, no?"

"You need to." She pulled his finger out of her mouth and licked it from knuckle to tip. "There's a particular sweet girl who you need to finish claiming."

"Oh?"

"You need to fuck her. Today you've only claimed two of her little holes -- she needs to be dripping out from all three holes. You need to stretch her. You need to break her." She quivered a little.

"Say what you want from your master."

"I want you to push your cock so far in my ass that I feel it in my stomach."

They got a few weird looks from a table over and they snapped out of it.

She cleared her throat. "Um, so..."

"Car? The date can wait."

Without another word, they left.