“What are you wearing?” Mark asked seedily. She smiled. This past week, Mark had stopped by on several occasions to check on her. At first, Lily had been wary over his intentions, until she learned about his interest in a Windom Hills high school counselor. “A sweat soaked tank top and baggy frayed denims.” “Yeow, that kills the fantasy. Think you can clean up enough to go out?” “Go out?” she asked still smiling, but her interest was piqued. “Why not? I thought you could use a taste of Windom Hills nightlife.” Lily chuckled guessing his invitation stemmed from another turndown from Liza. “Playing hard to get, is she?” “Yep, and I’m not waiting around for her. What do you say? Want to join me in a wild and crazy night?” “Define wild and crazy,” her response was dry. “You mean you will?” Mark sounded incredulous. “It depends on what you have in mind,” she hedged. “Only some drinking, dancing, playing a little pool, getting naked, you know,” he teased, “the usual things people do on a Saturday night.”
