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Show 79 FOURTEEN "Dyna, baby, you saving this table for someone sexy-like me?" Jeff set down his lunch tray and pulled out a chair. Dyna forced a look of total boredom. "Yeah, I was hoping you'd come along." "Aw, come on, you know you're crazy about me. Think I haven't noticed you looking at me with hungry eyes?" Dyna laughed in his face, then began polishing an apple on the sleeve of her smock. "No lie, Glotz, there's hunger in my eyes." Jeff attacked his sloppy joe. "How come you're not eating then?" "I am." She bit into her apple. "You're on a diet, right?" "I ought to be." "I don't know about that." He measured her boundaries, his eyes lighting up at the same time. "I like girls to be . . . well-rounded." Dyna grinned at the con job. "Oh yeah? What else?" "In my opinion, a girl oughta have 1) a nice set of boobs, and 2) a sense of humor. I just decided you've got both. Why don't we make out during Christmas vacation?" Dyna didn't know whether to laugh or cry or split. "Glotz, you're sick." "I'm not," he wiped the sauce off his chin. "I'm a perfectly normal seventeen-year-old male with hormones. Why won't anyone take me serious?" "You need couth lessons, that's why." When Jeff got down to dessert, he offered Dyna one of his chocolate chip cookies-reluctantly, like he hoped she'd refuse. "Thanks," she said, helping herself to the smaller one which was still twice the size Gram made. The truth was, she was starved. Several weeks of good cafeteria smells while she ate her apple from home had really sharpened her appetite. If she didn't give in to her stupid stomach first, she could buy Gram a new blouse for Christmas. "Look, I mean it," Glotz was warming up for another proposition. "I think you're very attractive." Dyna leaned back. "Did I say I wasn't? Who's arguing?" |