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Excerpt Chapter One... When agreeing to go on a first date with a man, I always avoid being without a getaway car. I have gratefully escaped early from many brutally boring date nights with this sensible rule. I thought of my day ahead and took a few steps back into the dining room. Luke was at the screen door in the living room and had it opened. “Let’s make it eight. Oh, and I prefer to meet you, Luke. I may want to have your children, but I don’t really know you, right? So where shall we meet?” Luke gave another crack of laughter like I had said something hilarious. “Anabel, I’m picking you up. Eight is fine.” Across the room, he gave me that appraising look again while his fist tapped out a quick, staccato beat on the wooden door frame. Brow creased, he said, “Listen, I’d really like it if you wore a dress tonight.” Seeing my surprised wary look at his clothing specifications, a huge grin transformed his harsh face with boyish charm. He snapped his fingers. “Oh yes, I almost forgot. Tiny pink panties are optional.” It was extremely difficult, but except for a small moan of agony and squeezing my eyes so tightly shut I saw stars; I stifled my mortification knowing he had seen my bare ass within five minutes of meeting me. These aren't just tiny pink panties I’m wearing, but a butt-flossing thong. I opened my eyes to frown very sternly at his smiling face. “Look, Luke, if I break my rule about being picked up can you promise not to dismember me on the first date or worse yet, bore me?” Pushing the door open, Luke casually shrugged a shoulder. “I never make promises I can’t keep. You may prove irritating.” I blinked in disbelief. By the time I recovered to retort, I was talking to the screen door. Stunned, I realized Luke really had left. After a moment of taking this in, I started laughing in rare enjoyment. This first date could prove very interesting indeed. I went out on the front porch to the top of the stairs. He was almost at his truck. I called out, “You didn't even ask me where I live, Mr. Will-of-the-Wisp. You’d better show up!” He opened the truck door and called back, “Somehow, I don’t think finding you will be difficult.” I could see his confident grin. “You’d better be ready when I get there.” I have to get in the last word; it’s a failing and a gift. “Let it be on the record; I am very disappointed you have something against tiny pink panties!”