Spring 1984: Picnic at Laurel Falls |
"Right--with blue lips and goose-pimples I'm a real knock-out, huh?" "As a matter of fact, you are." "Listen, Brooke Shields is sexy, and Mindy is sexy. But I'm just your everyday girl." "That's what I'm saying--you're the kind of girl a guy wants every day." Beth tried to laugh it off, but Lujack wouldn't give up. "You're sitting here with your hair all wet, and your eyes [with] no make-up, and you look a hundred-percent ace." "You're serious, aren't you?" "Yeah. You're talking to an expert, lady. When I say you're sexy, you are sexy." Beth began to tease him. "You're not so bad yourself." "That's it? Thanks a lot." "What's wrong? "I'm sittin' here telling you how sexy you are, and all I get is not bad?" "Well, you're kinda cute." "Cute!!" "And unpredictable." He playfully pinned her to the ground. "What about sexy? Am I sexy or what?" "Well, you know, your hair's kinda long, and your body's just average--no, no!" She smiled teasingly. "You have wonderful eyes. They're deep-set and kind of sad--sometimes. "Yeah?" Lujack leaned in for a kiss--their first!
"You know," he said watching her. "I can't figure you out." "So stop trying and relax." "Why'd I stop with a kiss? How come I didn't try to put the make on you? "Because you're a gentleman." Of all the things he'd been called in his life--gentleman was never one of them. "You know something? One of us is crazy."
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