Can you believe it? Me — who managed to fuck a woman like Veronica when I was only thirteen — feeling not good enough for a girl my own age?
«By the way, that gorgeous blue dress… have you had a chance to wear it since I gave it to you?» I ask, pretending genuine interest.
Bringing up that eight-thousand-dollar dress isn't just a way to change the subject — it's also a subtle reminder, meant to make her remember how generous and thoughtful I am. In short, the kind of guy worth going out with.
Kimberly smiles at me and shakes her head.
«Actually… I returned it the next day, and fortunately they gave me a full refund,» she replies with a shy smile. «Money that I obviously intend to give back to you as soon as possible. And speaking of that, since I don't feel comfortable walking around with that much cash… I live nearby, so if it's not a problem for you, we could stop by my place before you head home. That way I can give you the money back.»
