<i>A crush? </i>He nearly spit out his coffee, and had to swallow hard to make sure he didn't. Once done Mark let out a big bellowed laugh that came from deep within. That was quite possibly the most amusing thing he had heard in a very, very long time. The why behind he found it amusing was difficult at best to explain, and conciously he had no idea really.<br/><br/>"That was good, you should have led with that and we could have skipped all this nonesense and jumped straight into the sack. Then you could have gotten a real story: How I fucked a Superbowl winner." He was still chuckling with a big playful smile on his face, his demeanor changed to a playful one.<br/><br/>"How about you pay the kind waitress, and we go for a ride. You want a story, then ask your questions, but I have a few rules. Number one, my life is mine and while I will cooperate there may be a time when I refuse an answer, you need to respect that. Number two I reserve the right to ask you questions back. If I have others I will let you know as they arise. Oh and I wouldn't tell anyone about the experience, most probably don't care, and I suspect you will include it for humor when all is said and done." He smiled, ready to leave the diner and roll out to whatever excitement she wanted, though his right hand started to shake slightly as his craving for a brewski grew.