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I hung my head with shame. “I cannot begin to tell you how deeply sorry I am for standing you up last night.”

“It wasn't the best way to make a good impression, I'm afraid,” she said. “And I ended up having a pretty crappy evening, I'm sorry to say.”

“Damn. That makes me feel even worse about the whole thing. Please take these flowers, and please, please just give me a chance to explain why things went the way they did last night,” I begged as I held the flowers out toward her. “It was a total disaster for me, as well, if that makes it any better.”

“Hmm, I'm not sure if it does, to be honest. But... I'll give you a chance to explain yourself,” she said and reached forward to accept the bouquet of flowers from me.

A sigh of relief escaped my lungs as she did; at least I hadn't blown the whole thing entirely.

“Come on in,” she said. “Would you like a cup a coffee? I've just finished brewing a fresh pot.”

“Yes, please, that'd be great,” I said.

“How do you like it?”

“Black, actually. No sugar.”

She smiled, and a rush of joy rippled through me at the sight of that lovely smile.

“Just how I like it, myself.”

“It's the only way to have coffee,” I replied. “None of this milk and sugar crap... that's for amateurs!”

She laughed: an even better sign. Maybe I did have a decent chance of sorting all of this out.

“Go on and have a seat over on the sofa,” she said. “I just want to put these flowers in a vase, and then I'll join you with the coffee.”

“Sure thing,” I said.

She walked off into the kitchen, and I couldn't help but stare at the seductive sway of her hips as she walked. She looked unbelievably good in those short shorts and that t-shirt. I wanted to tell her such, although, considering what I'd done the night before, I didn't think now was at all the appropriate time to compliment her on such things. Instead, I simply sat on the sofa and gently rubbed my still-aching gunshot wound. I was definitely going to leave that part out of the story, though. I didn't want her to freak out.

She came into the living room a few minutes later with a steaming hot cup of coffee, which she handed to me.

“Thanks, this smells great,” I remarked.

“It's good coffee – I’m a bit of a coffee snob. Life is too short to drink cheap coffee.”

I chuckled. “I agree fully.”

She sat down in an easy chair across from me and stared at me intently with those beautiful eyes of hers.

“So, Mr. James,” she said. “Are you going to tell me why you stood me up last night?”

I breathed in deeply before I began. I obviously didn't want to just unload all of the details of what had transpired on her. All morning I had been thinking of a condensed version of events to tell her. One that would let her know that I was involved with some serious stuff, but not give too much away, and also not make her too worried about the prospect of going out with me again…for the first time.

“Alright, well, let me start with a bit of background information.”

“Sure, background info is good.”

“As you know, I've just started as principal of JFK High. And at the school, there's a pretty serious drug problem. Have you heard of this new drug called Rocket?”

She nodded. “I heard about it on the radio the other day. It sounds like scary stuff.”

“It is scary stuff, and it's getting into JFK in a pretty bad way. Myself and the deputy principal, we're on a mission to get Rocket out of the school. Targeting the kids who use it, however, doesn't fix the problem, it only treats the symptoms. We want to go after the root – the guys who distribute it and sell it at high schools.”

“A noble endeavor, but isn't that something the cops should be doing?” she asked.

“They're on it, but they're not making any headway. That's why the deputy principal and myself have taken matters into our own hands. Anyway, we managed to get an inside source, someone who is working for these scumbag drug dealers. And last night, at 7:15, just as I was getting ready to come over and pick you up, I got a call from this source, an urgent call. He said I needed to be at a certain place in less than 10 minutes to catch one of the ma



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