One right, two lefts. ( in all honesty, she's not going to remember. that's what mr save-the-day himself is here for. well, and providing eye candy. kimberly may be dallying with monogamy these days, but she's still human. ) You say that like I'm some kind of girl scout.

( if she was, she might care a little more about earning her merit badges; instead, she's mostly focused on just enjoying the evening as it unfolds before her, the cool breeze lapping gently at the backs of her legs as they wander through the various twists and turns of the maze. )

Were you a boy scout, Steve? Or just blessed with an excellent memory for mazes?