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tells me.
    “Yeah? Do you want to go out again? I get one more day off before the road trip.”
    “Okay. And my test results should be back by then, so...”
    “I’ll try to have mine, Miranda, but I have a pretty full week ahead of me, so I can’t promise anything.”
    “Well, here, give me your phone.”
    “For?”
    “So I can put my number in it, dummy.”
    “Dummy? Just for that, I’m not giving it to you.”
    “Jason Weed, you are some little tease, you know that?”
    “And you’re some little minx. Someone ought to put you over their knee and spank that sass right out of you.”
    Her face turns red and she sort of turns away, but she plays with her braid and answers in a husky voice.
    “Well, maybe if you’re a really good boy, I’ll let you do it.”
    Now I’m the one blushing, and I gaze out the windshield, thrown off my stride. The vision of me actually spanking her bare bottom strikes me hard, and I realize I’m white-knuckling the steering wheel. I relax my hands, wondering if she’s kidding or not, but afraid to look. I hand her my phone, and she puts her number in it. She dials her own phone and lets it go to voicemail, and when she hands it back, I turn the key and fire up the car, backing out of the parking space. I avoid her gaze, and once we’re out on the road, she speaks.
    “What do you read, big guy?”
    “Sci-fi. What about you?”
    “Oh, minimalist books for sure. And I like a lot of horror, too. Just no torture porn.”
    I nod, but I don’t know what she means by minimalist, not when it comes to literature.
    “What about movies?” I ask her.
    “Comedies.”
    “That reminds me. What makes you dress so severely when you’re really so bubbly?”
    “It’s part of my sex appeal, silly. It’s unexpected, if you know what I mean.”
    “Well, it really works for you. So, have you got a nickname or anything?”
    “Ignatius calls me Nanda, but Uncle Tommy calls me Brat.”
    “I can see why,” I say with a chuckle.
    She pouts, but in a completely sexy and non-serious way. She’s fondling her braid again and I let her, the thought of spanking her flashing through my mind once more. I can practically see her bare little bottom and those braids hanging down, almost touching the floor. I shake the vision off, and before I know it, we’re back at her place. Walking her to the door, I give her a big kiss, and then I let her slip out of my arms and start inside. I stand there a moment, smiling after her and savoring her sweetness, and she turns around before she goes inside.
    “Don’t be a chicken about the needles,” she teases me, and then she closes the door.
    I stare after her a moment longer, wishing she’d come back out. She doesn’t, though, so I turn and go back to my car.
    “Damn,” I say, once I’m seated inside, and it’s hard for me to wipe the smile off my face. “Jason Weed, you just hit the jackpot.”

Miranda
     
    When I get home, Uncle Tommy’s sitting there watching an early episode of the news , since he’s got to get up at the crack of dawn, too, but I know he’s really waiting up for me.
    “How’d your date go? He didn’t try anything, did he?”
    “No,” I answer glumly. “He didn’t try a thing.”
    “You don’t sound too happy about it.”
    “I don’t know if he likes me that much.”
    “Well, did he ask you out again?”
    “Yes. He said the next night off.”
    “Good,” he says, rubbing his hands together. “Good.”
    “Quit gloating,” I tell him. “You’re starting to turn me off this whol e idea.”
    “Don’t be like that.”
    “Well, I can’t stand you trying to run my life the way you do. ‘Miranda, take Business in college instead of English Lit. Miranda, date this guy. Miranda, don’t date him.’ You’re driving me nuts with your controlling ways.”
    “Don’t forget, I’m responsible for you.”
    “Yeah? Well, I’m changing my major on Monday.”
    “You’ll never finish school that way, and you can just