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The Wham Bam Theory
Date: 11/3/2014, Categories: Humor, Author: MasterJonathan, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories
said. Which for Andrew was a compliment. He was not given to displays of emotion. The fact was, that he found human emotions quite perplexing and did not fully grasp their usage or meaning. Elizabeth actually looked quite beautiful. Her sister had picked out a very pretty and sexy little blue tank style dress made from stretchy nylon so it fit her like a second skin. It was short, hemmed to just below her ass cheeks, and it had a deep V neckline in front, and behind it was open down to the small of her back. Contrary her normal work look, Elizabeth actually had a very nice figure with curves in all the right places. And her sister had done an amazing job with her hair and makeup. Her normally flat blonde hair was styled in a loose wavy style and her makeup was perfection. One would never recognize her as the same dull, boring lab worker that she portrayed at work. They arrived at the party, and as he walked her into the house that the party was in, all the other guys began whispering to each other. "Isn't that Andrew Hopkins? Who is that with him?" one person said. "I didn't know Hopkins even knew what a woman looked like!" another said. "Who is the honey he is with, and where did he find her?" still another said. Elizabeth heard the whispers and she beamed inside. She was being talked about, and this time it was in a good way! She was stunning and people were impressed! Andrew also heard the whispers and something new and strange was happening to him. He found himself oddly ... wanting to show off this girl with him and he felt... pride! He was actually proud of Elizabeth and proud that she was with him! This was totally new and he was having some trouble trying to reconcile it logically. He was the genius - she should be proud to be with him. But instead he was feeling exactly the opposite and it was simply not logical. The two of them made their way through the gawking crowd to an empty table. Somone came over and asked them what they would like to drink. Andrew, unfamiliar with anything stronger than pink lemonade, decided on a glass of punch. Punch sounded harmless enough to him. Elizabeth also ordered a glass of punch and so moments later two glasses of red punch were sitting in front of them. "This is very good punch," Andrew said, taking a long draw on the straw. Elizabeth was about to tell him that the punch he was drinking was alcoholic, then she stopped herself. Andrew needed to loosen up, and she wanted to see what he was like when he wasn't so uptight and analytical. Andrew finished his punch in just a few seconds and quickly ordered another. "This is very good punch!" he repeated. As Elizabeth watched him work on downing his second glass, the alcohol kicked in and he did indeed become looser and more outgoing. "Come with me," he said. Standing up on wobbly legs, he managed to compose himself enough to stand on his own. He grabbed Elizabeth's hand and began walking through the crowd, taking her swiftly with him. Making his way across the ...