<strong>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Early Afternoon - His home on East Broad Ave.</strong><br/><br/>Well, that wasn't as painful as he had expected.<br/><br/>It turns out as long as you pretend there's nothing strange happening, the woman at the Victoria's Secret counter won't really give two shits what you're buying. As such, Dean was able to just drop it on the counter, hand over his money and walk out. One bike ride home later and he was back in his room.<br/><br/>Even so, he couldn't help but feel his face redden as he looked at the bra in his hands. He actually bought a bra to practice removing the thing. He had never expected himself to stoop so low as buying a bra just to practice on it in the privacy of his own room. He sighed, tossing it onto his bed to examine later. For now, he needed to read up on his new book.<br/><br/>The hours passed by rather swiftly as he flipped through the pages. It was an interesting book, and despite being about sex, it wasn't really erotic in nature. Sure, plenty of the images tried to give a rather erotic mental image, but the text itself was very matter-of-fact and clinical. Just what he needed as someone so consistently preoccupied with his own thoughts.<br/><br/>But reading and practice were two different things. Dean's eyes frequently darted back up to his clock, and while the hours slipped by, he still held some excitement for when it was late enough to head back to the Gulch. Or was it nervousness? He didn't know. He didn't even know which girl he'd get, or if he should even try already.<br/><br/>Still, at least he'd be better prepared than last time. He licked his thumb and flipped another page, studying the words carefully. Dean wasn't going to be made a fool of again. Not tonight.