Dinner and a movie

I was dumbstruck for a second, unable to get my mind off the contemplation of Shanna's ... well, everything! Her eyes, her face, her body....

When I finally snapped out of it, I quickly decided that a woman like Shanna was worth at least the cost of a decent restaurant. "Um, well, where do you want to go for dinner?"

Shanna just flashed me that smouldering, slightly amused smile of hers. "Now that you ask, I've always been partial to steak. How about the steakhouse on Main?"

I did some quick mental arithmetic. The place she'd suggested was pretty expensive - I'd never been there myself for that reason, but I'd heard about it from my friends.

One look back at Shanna, though, and I decided that I wanted to impress her, and you don't impress a beautiful woman by saying you're poor. "Sure," I said. "Anything you want."

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed, and for a moment, I had the weird impression that those pearly whites of hers had gotten longer, maybe even a little sharper, at the prospect of a plate loaded with hot, juicy steak. Then I blinked, and the illusion was gone.

Shanna turned slightly toward the door, and I quickly stepped up and took the lead. As I went to open the door for her, her hand brushed briefly against mine, and the feeling was amazing. I had the briefest sensation of warm, soft skin moving across my own.

Once again, I had to snap myself out of my stupor. When we got to the driveway, though, I received my second shock in as many seconds when I realized that the car Shanna had parked in my driveway was a perfectly pristine red Corvette! Next to my used Camry which I hadn't washed in a month, its paint and chromed fenders gleamed under the streetlights.

Shanna looked back at me, still smiling. "Let me guess: you want to ride in my car?"