Did you get laid?” Krissy was studying my face over her bowl of cereal for nearly a full minute before coming up with her question. It was Saturday morning and for once she was up early enough for us to have breakfast together. She was still in her pajamas—cute boy shorts and a camisole—and her hair was pulled back in a sloppy ponytail, but she was still gorgeous. “What?” I was understandably startled by her question. “You’re funny. How would I have gotten laid? It’s been over a year since my last date. I’m lucky to make a date with myself.” “Wow, it’s been that long? We need to get you laid, girl. We’re going out tonight, no matter what you say. I won’t take no for an answer.” Krissy dropped her spoon with a serious expression on her face. I sighed. “Wish I could go out. A fun night in town. I feel like I’ve been working and studying nonstop the last few months.” “That’s probably because you have been working and studying nonstop the last six months or more,”
