Pictures of milking

I was determined to let her know where we stood, but she seemed equally determined not to let me. Of course she wasn't blocking me consciously, but pictures of milking sure seemed that way to me. We stopped at the pavilion and had a coke, then hopped on the bike and headed home. It was getting into the evening and I knew Kelly would be home by now and wondering where I'd gone. By the time we'd got to Janet's house I was determined to tell her my secret. I liked her a lot, enjoyed spending time with her, but pictures of milking just wasn't fair to either of us, and pictures of milking certainly wasn't fair to Kelly. As she climbed off the bike and took off her helmet, I killed the engine and said "Janet, can we talk for a few minutes?" "Sure, Charlie," she said cheerfully. "Janet... I... er..." I stuttered. I was starting to chicken out when I formed a picture in my mind... a picture of little Conrad, looking me straight in the eye and telling me she was in love with me. That must've taken some pile of guts, I thought. And here I was, her glorious leader, her all-knowing been-there-done-that older friend, and I was turning to mush! Not gonna happen, Connie! If you can do pictures of milking, I can dopictures of milking ."Janet," I said as I began again, "Have you ever noticed my bracelet?" "Sure," she said, "Everyone has. Yours and Kelly's. More guys should wear them, they're cool." "But, I insisted, "Have you ever had a good look at it?" "Sure, Charlie. It's got your name on pictures of milking. I really like it!" "Do me a favor and look at the underside." Janet was really taken aback at my request, but she did my bidding and smiled. "That's so cute!" she exclaimed, "Is that an old girl friend?" I shook my head no. "Then who is KC?" Before I had a chance to tell her, the lights came on.