As soon as you see who you've opened the door to, your face flushes bright red with embarassment. You realize that there "she" is smiling down upon your plight. The one you have had a desperate crush on since the eight grade.
You dare to hope, but not she wouldn't possibly want to would she? As you mumble a apology and begin to close the door, she steps forward. Your hear skips a beat, my how you've masturbated to this dream a few dozen more times that you would like to admit.
You know Jane Doe , I would love to help. If you'll let me. |