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I felt myself shiver and claimed my finger back.  I raised my eyebrows, he raised his and we laughed.  "I like the colour black," I said, but just because that was all I'd ever seen him dressed him and my dress was black and white.
    "That's two ticks for us," he said.
    "I like surfing, horses and eating popcorn in bed," I said.
    "I like basketball, dogs and," he paused and opened the top of his burger, "doing other things in bed."  I swung my leg at him under the table and he feigned pain.  He removed the onions and gherkins from his bun and tossed them to the side.
    "I love playing the piano and I hate doing dishes," I said, taking a sip of my soda.
    "I hate playing the piano and I love doing dishes," he said, and I laughed so hard I started coughing and spluttering.  He looked at me with a bemused expression, calmly said,  "Are you okay?" and proceeded to eat his burger.  I finally stopped laughing, wiping my mouth with a napkin.  He reached across, touched the side of my mouth, so I wiped harder there.
    And then we just looked at each other again, this time smiling crazily, like I couldn't stop if I tried. 
    "Do you have any opinion on gun laws?" he suddenly said.  It took me by surprise and I dumbly shook my head.  "Climate change?"
    I was puzzled by his questions.  "The weather seems to be getting hotter," I replied hesitantly.  "Why?  Do you?"
    "Not really," he said casually, "I was just checking that you're not too smart for me."  And again I laughed and kicked him under the table.  "Okay, this is the big one, this is the deal breaker," he said, getting all serious. "If we don't agree on this one I don't know if we can go out.  Okay?"
    "Really?" I asked.  "It's that important?"  I was trying not to smirk, curious as to what he was going to ask.
    "It's that important," he confirmed, his face expressionless. I couldn't help giggling.
    "I'm serious," he said, now unable to suppress a smile.  "Deal breaker remember?"  I nodded.
    "Clippers or Lakers?" he asked.  His eyes studied my face intently.  I tried to keep a straight face.  I'd seen a Clippers sticker on his back bumper, I knew he was a fan, a fanatical fan I guessed. So was Jakey.  He was a manic Clippers supporter.
    I looked at him, started to say something, then pretended I was changing my mind.  I clicked my tongue, tapped my fingers as if trying to make a decision.  He appeared frustrated by my silence.  I leaned forward and said softly, "Clippers."  He raised his arms in the air, as if he'd just won the lottery. 
    "Magdala Strauss," he said, his face beaming, "I think I'm going to marry you!"
     
    We drove to the beach, and we were standing by the car kissing, when he turned to me, his hand stroking my hair and said, "I want you."  I wanted to say "I want you too," but my heart rate suddenly accelerated and I couldn't seem to utter any words.  He was looking at me, trying to gage my reaction. "Don't get the wrong idea," he said, perhaps needing to explain himself, "but you are driving me crazy, and fuck, I want you so bad."  And he pressed himself against me, and I could feel his hardness, as he adjusted his stance against mine.  I stayed perfectly still, my heart was hammering in my chest.  There was no denying the physical attraction between us, it was almost scary, frightening, too powerful.  And I only had Stacey as a reference in matters like this, but with Stacey it had never been like this, never so urgent, uncontrollable.  I could feel his hands beneath my dress, at the top of my thighs, almost touching my panties. 
    "Do you wanna come back to my place?" he whispered.
    "Is that my reward for playing perfectly?" I asked coyly.
    "I did promise that, didn't I?" he laughed, "And I also said I'd do this."  His lips moved from my nose to my lips, to my cheek, ears, neck.  I felt my body trembling, his hand was rubbing my butt cheek, squeezing it.  We separated, unwillingly, and he drove us to his place.  I had no