“Please Sam, it's a nice offer, but like I said, I'm sure there is and we broke up."

"Oh, honey, that's too bad." She reached out and put her hand over

I wasn't sure what was a bigger thrill, the contact or her calling me honey.

"It's okay, we weren't that serious and she was...well...kind of a bitch."

"Really? Or you saying that because you're mad."

I was going to say forget it, but she patted the bed, "Sit down and tell me about it."

I didn't have to be told twice and sat on the edge of the bed and turned to the side so I was facing her, As she sat there listening intently I told her about how Kim had broke up with me and my plan to get her back and how she had found out and what she'd said to me.

“Good for you, standing your ground." She patted my hand again, “I'm sure a good looking guy like you will find someone soon."

"You're just saying that." I grinned.

"No, not at all, you're a nice looking boy, Sam."

"Well if you want me to believe that you have to believe it when I say how pretty you are."

She looked at me for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Deal!"

"So, what happened, why were you crying?"

She sighed, “Its my birthday and I had plans with Ralph. He's the first guy I've dated since the divorce."

"Wasted a lot of time." I told her, "Guys would line up for you."

"Please," She waved her hand.

"Anyway he said he wanted to take me out tonight, but I figured instead we would stay in and..." She stopped and I laughed when she blushed again, "Sorry! I shouldn't talk like that."

"Come on, Miss Warner, I'm twenty, not twelve." I shrugged, “You wanted to have a fun sexy birthday, nothing wrong with that."

"I guess, but Ralph calls and starts saying he can't come get me and

I tell him what I was planning and he said he would come over." She looked down, "Then he says "It's about time you woke up, I didn't think you'd ever be ready to put out.”

“What a prick!" I exclaimed, “Oh, sorry, Miss..."

"First off don't be because he is a prick. Second..." She smiled,

"Call me Robin."

"Robin?" I repeated.

"Yes, after all we are having an adult conversation, right?"

"Sure."

“And as I said before, and meant it, you are a man now, not a boy."

She cocked her head and looked me up and down, "That girl's doesn't know what she tossed away, Sam. You're attractive, smart, funny and sweet and sweet is rare at your age," She rolled her eyes, “Or

Ralph's age."

"I don't think I'm sweet." I said that as my eyes fought to stay on her face and avoid the cleavage her robe was showing off.