<em>"Hmm, maybe you just wanted to kiss me, that's what,"</em>she thought as he recoiled.<em>"Who the hell is Chuck Palah-whats-his-name, anyway?"</em><br/><br/>"Dale," Sam said, staring into his rimmed eyes. "What is it exactly that you want to tell me?" She stared some more waiting for a response, but she looked away, thinking of the thought of having his hand on her hip again, their faces close to each, and they all out lock their lips together with passionate kisses. Dale was a few years older than her, but she didn't let that get in her way of feeling somewhat of a connection with him.<br/><br/>She looked back directly at Dale's face for a response, a<em>real</em>response.