False: A Fictional Narrative

Well, a man is a man, and I wouldn't be if I hadn't, you're right," Duke replied with a teasing smirk, almost confusing himself in the process as he struggled to find an appropriate retort. Saying something was better than nothing at all, which was sometimes how he found himself around the woman; almost speechless; especially when she returned his banter with more force than what he'd issued it. That was a occurence the man definitely wasn't used to. Most other women would simply roll their eyes, huff in annoyance, or giggle like immature schoolchildren, caught off guard and flattered by his attentions. Not this one, and it didn't help matters that, as she spoke of it, Duane's gaze drifted down the polka dot dress, and imagined it slowly being lifted up Karmen's body to reveal what was underneath. Momentarily, after …show more content…
What had she said? Oh yes, the the plan to steal a vehicle. And something about his hard night, which, at that moment was more important to Duane to respond to, than the other. His hand found her shoulder, and blue eyes, sparkling with humour rested on hers. "I can only imagine my hard night wasn't as frustrating as yours. After all, I only spent one evening in Redell, and though, I had some, um, difficulties to deal with, with a little imagination and fantasy, a guy can release some of his frustration?" He raised an eyebrow, wondering if Karmen was aware what he allued to, then squeezed her shoulder, comfortingly. "However, you've been stuck there a number of months without even such as an appropraite male to dream off, let alone sleep with. I wonder, Karmen, after our conversation last night, if you're evening wasn't even more frustrating than mine? How many months has it been? Maybe we can purchase you something at the mall to assist with that as well, along with the new shoes." Duke grinned, then released his touch of her arm, and turned his gaze towards the mall they were heading