Sammie let out a giggle at Clarissa's imitation of a sex kitten. She was just so adorable. He put a little kiss on her nose after that and then kept on his smile through the rest of her conversation.<br/><br/>Of course she said she loved him no matter what. She was the sweetest girl on earth, not an ounce of hate in her gorgeous body, so of course she was okay with whatever he wanted. He breathed a little sigh of relief still, wondering if she even remembered the last time he had had 'boy time.' Come to think of it, he really didn't remember either. It would have been at least a year ago, before they started going out to clubs, and dancing, and well, all the other things they did together.<br/><br/>He giggled a little at the image of himself out to dinner with Clarissa trying to compete over her with Johnny. Yeah, there wouldn't be much of a contest he was forced to admit. Not unless Clarissa really liked girly guys, and as far as he knew he was the only one she liked that met that description. They usually went straight for the beefcakes when they were out prowling. Sometimes silver foxes. Sometimes playboys.<br/><br/>"Oh, but like I couldn't do that." He explained, moving his hand as he talked as he usually did, rather girlish limp-wristed motions that had become his habit, tossing his hair back, another habit. "I don't have any of those clothes anymore." He pouted. "Or at least like, I'm not sure where I put them." He glanced down at his long, smooth, bare and tanned legs and realized no one would ever think they belonged to a guy. He'd have to cover those. And also most of the rest of him. He grimaced at the thought. A year of slutty outfits had left him hating not showing skin. Why be so young and pretty and keep it to yourself? Generosity! Clarissa had taught him that.<br/><br/>"Oh you mean like, maybe he'll just leave?" That hadn't occurred to him. Why would anyone leave Clarissa? Sammie never would, he thought to himself.