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So here's a new one folks, this is different than most of my stuff. If it offends you, well 
it's kind of supposed to. So don't get too hung up on it. Don't know where this came out 
of really, just sort of woke up and wrote it in four or five hours, and edited it tonight. It 
could be a series, but I'm kinda hoping it isn't, I don't feel like another whole long series 
right now. But you can't control what stories you write sometimes. Enjoy, leave 
comments if you feel the need to.

Thanks to Basil for a thought or two on it. Maybe I found the bad sentence you couldn't 
locate.

One last note, I came up with the note from the color, not the mellow yellow song. The 
title will be the last reference.



(I'm Just Mad About) Saffron
Chapter Three, May I Have This Dance?


I simply lied there contently. I didn't care how long Saffron wanted to sit in slumber, her 
skinny body wrapped near mine. Honestly, I think I started nodding off at some time. But 
her rustling body beneath me managed to get me back up and going.

"MMM, what, how long was I asleep?" she asked, nuzzling against me.

"I don't know, there's no clock in my tree house," I said, shifting my body a little. My leg 
had fallen asleep something fierce. I couldn't even feel my toes.

"Oh, the stars are out already." Saffron said, rubbing her eyes. "Why didn't you wake 
me?"

"I was just watching you sleep. You were so cute I wasn't too concerned about bright 
balls of gas billions of light years away," I said, trying to sound romantic. 

"Aww, that's so corny," she said, lightly punching me in the arm.

"Well you were cute, the way you were drooling on my arm, just like a little kid," I 
teased her. I knew that she didn't like me pointing out the age gap between us. But she 
did like being the younger woman. Women, go figure.

"Little kid?" she asked, punching me squarely in the arm. She got me good, but I couldn't 
let on. "I don't recall being a little kid this afternoon."

"Oh come on, don't be like that. Let's get going," I suggested, getting a little sick of the 
scenery. Staring outside of a tree house window for an hour will do that to you.

"Oh, alright. Thanks for letting me nap, I was still tired from this afternoon," she said, 
stretching. "Maybe you earned a surprise."

"Surprise eh?" I raised an eyebrow to that. What was I gonna get?

"You just wait, lover boy," she said, kissing me on the lips. "Come on, I have to pee."

"Okay, you're the one on top of me," I reminded her. Once she got off of my leg, I 
hobbled around the tree house for a moment, trying to get the blood back into my foot. 

"Better?" she asked impatiently at the door.

"A little," I said, watching her climb down carefully. She's such a little girl. 

"GERANIMO!" I shouted as I jumped down out of the tree. It's only like eight feet at 
most. But falling onto a sleeping foot didn't help. I silently endured the pain though, 
didn't want to seem weak in front of her.

"Come on," I led her to the back glass door, sliding it open. My father was there with my 
mom, going over bills. Dad was usually so busy at work that he had mom take care of it. 
She was good, I guess. 'At least they haven't turned off the electricity yet,' that's what 
Dad tells me. Sometimes I'm not sure if he's joking, serious, or half and half. I've seen 
her point out where he made mistakes before on bills. But I guess she has all day to figure 
that stuff out.

"Oh there you two are, I was wondering if we should send a search party for you," Dad 
said, looking up at me.

"No mister Adams, I just got a little sleepy," Saffron said, curtseying to my parents. 

"Ah. Well I was going to say Saffron, if you'd like we can get the spare bedroom ready, 
if you'd rather sleep there," Dad said with a knowing grin. I shook my head at him, and 
he couldn't silence a laugh.

"No sir, I think I'll be happy sharing a bed with William, thanks," she couldn't suppress a 
grin herself.

"Are you sure? The bed there is awfully small for two people," Mom added in. God 
mom, jeez. Both of my parents were ganging up on me, it's the last thing I needed.

"We'll make do, missus Rhea," Saffron answered.

"Such a polite and well mannered girl you've got on your hands there, William. Best 
keep her, don't let anyone else take her away," Dad said, chuckling. He was always 
teasing us like that.

"Well don't let William get loose either Saffron, he might find some cheerleader girl 
who'll whisk him off his feet," Mom said, looking at me with amusement. Why do 
parents enjoy that kind of stuff?

"I have a cheerleader uniform already," Saffron answered. I hadn't known that, and I 
began to wonder when I'd get a chance to see it.

"Besides, they'd need wild horses," I said, trying to sound heroic. 

"I don't know, I have always wanted a pony," Saffron said, looking up as if in thought.

"Uh oh Willy, already got to get a good job to take care of a pony, better watch out for 
this one," Mom teased.

"Alright dad, think you can get me something," I asked, playing into the joke. If you 
can't beat them, join them. 

"Oh, nothing too late though, or too early. I want to sleep in before I make breakfast, at 
least until eight. And I hate having dinner when it's dark," Saffron added in.

"How about mayor? Couldn't do a worse job than the current one," Dad replied, nodding 
towards me.

"Part time work? Oh, I don't know, I wanted a job, not a hobby. I've got to get rich 
before I just sit in a fancy chair and do nothing, right?" I said, and dad erupted into 
laughter. 

"May I be excused? I need to use the little girl's room," Saffron asked.

"Of course dear. You now where it is," Mom waved off in the general direction of the 
bathroom. Actually there were three, but she motioned towards the closest.

"Thanks. Mister Adams, where did you put my suitcase?" she asked.

"I just placed it in William's room, by the door. Bill, be a dear and go fetch it," Dad 
instructed.

"Yes sir," I said. I couldn't disobey a direct order from dad or mom. 

"I'll just use the upstairs restroom then," Saffron said, offering her hand, which I took a 
moment later. We stomped up the stairs, as fast as we could. You probably know how 
hard it is to go fast when you have to pee. It's not much different from futas to boys, I 
guessed. We each have penises. The upstairs bathroom was just down the hall from my 
room, well like the opposite end really. It wasn't a super long hallway, there were four 
bedrooms, a bathroom, and a storage room on the second floor.

"I'll go get your stuff," I said, dashing down the hallway. It was there, right where dad 
said it was, and I was back to Saffron in just a second. 

"Thank you," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "I'll be a few. Can you get me a soda, 
please?"

"Sure Saffron," I answer back, dashing down the stairs. Mom and dad were still working 
on bills, and just glanced up at me as I grabbed a couple of colas. It was the cheap kind, 
not that we had to drink the cheap stuff, but it was from a company in this town, and dad 
says it's good for our local businessmen to drink the stuff made locally. Plus after a while 
you just grow a taste for it, and I prefer it now to the brand name. I grabbed a couple 
glasses with ice, and some coasters, just to make it a little classier. Girls like that kind of 
stuff. And of course a straw, Saffron simply liked them. And I liked watching her suck 
from them, she looked so adorable doing it.

I hurried up the stairs and into my room, and…waited. The sodas were poured, and I 
didn't have much of anything to do while I waited for Saffron. I cleaned up my room, but 
that took no time really. My mom makes me clean the room every night before I go to 
bed, and then make the bed every day before I go to school. I didn't even think about it 
now, it was automatic. She had beat it into my head. And after school I went straight to 
Saffron's house anyway. So there wasn't much of a mess. I drank my can of soda 
quickly, covering my mouth to suppress a belch. Didn't want to have Saffron come in 
and see me being all gross and stuff. I couldn't be sure if she would be upset or laugh, 
and I didn't want to find out.

Then I sat down at my desk and stared off into the ceiling for a bit. My room wasn't big, 
but it was nice. I had a couple of posters, a baseball and a football one, a baseball 
pennant, the school pennant, and a few pictures on the walls. Other than that, it was just 
my dresser, a small closet, and of course my bed. I guess it was kind of small, but like I 
said before, this is the first time I had anyone like Saffron over, and whenever my 
buddies slept over, they just brought their sleeping bags over. Whatever, I'd just lean 
over the edge if it comes down to that.

I looked over at the other can of soda, and drank that one down too, without even putting 
down the glass. I do like soda, after all. It was then that I realized that she was the one 
who asked me for the soda. So I hurried back downstairs to the fridge and grabbed 
another two cans. 

As I poured the new glasses, I began to wonder. What was taking her so damned long? 
She's never like this, was she trying to make me wait? I've heard girl's have a whole 
class on that, but not until they're like twelve. Something like delayed gratification. 
Waiting for a class to learn how to make other's wait, was that ironic or what?

"Sorry, I didn't expect that to take so long," Saffron said, turning the corner of my room. 
"But I wanted to make sure it was just right."

"Oh there you…are…" I mumbled, my mouth dropping to the floor. I don't even know 
where to begin. She was wearing that dress I mentioned before. That pretty little black 
number that revealed her legs, showed off her back, and left enough cleavage to get my 
imagination going for months, even though I've seen her breasts quite a bit. On top of it 
she had put on makeup. I've never seen her done up like that, with everything. Mascara, I 
think it's called, on her eyes, rouge on her cheeks, beautiful red lipstick covering her lips, 
and stuff I didn't even know about. She had done up her face like a painter on a beautiful 
canvas. She was wearing classy looking black shoes that matched her whole outfit. And 
on top of it all, she had put her hair up, showcasing her slender neck and shoulders. More 
importantly, it showcased a necklace I had won for her. It was just a little trinket I got at a 
carnival for knocking down milk cans, honestly I didn't even think she remembered it. 
Just a plated curb chain, with a little heart on it, saying 'Love'. 

"You okay?" she asked, snapping her fingers. The dress seemed to just cling to her body, 
barely staying on.

"I, I, wow," I said. She left me speechless. I just wanted to soak up this image in my 
mind, and not lose it for a moment. 

"If I knew it was this easy to shut you up, I would have done it earlier," she laughed. 
"Now go get your suit on dear, we're going to be late for the dance," she said, nicely but 
firmly. She pointed at the closet as she sucked her soda down the straw. 

"Dance? Oh, I, yeah, of course honey," I said, keeping an eye on her the entire time. I 
grabbed my black suit from my closet. I only had three suits, but it was more than most 
ten year olds. But I knew she liked the black one the most, it was tailored for me a few 
months ago and fit like a glove. Then again, I just think she liked seeing me in it in the 
same way I liked seeing her. 

It only took me a minute to change. I grabbed a tiny bit of hair gel and combed my hair 
back, and wiped the excess grease off on a paper towel.

"There you are dear, now if only the band would start," she frowned a little.

"Oh, yes, let's get that band playing," I said, finding the radio. I put on the music, and 
heard the voice of none other than the Chairman of the Board himself on. I took her hand, 
placing the other on the back of her silky dress. She giggled, getting wrapped up in the 
moment.

"Someday," I crooned along. "When I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel 
a glow just thinking ooooooof you...And the way you look tonight." She was eating out 
of my hand, swaying in the tune of the big band. She loved this kind of stuff, but what 
girl didn't?

"Yes you're lovely, with your smile so warm," I sang along, leaning in near to her, 
putting my face alongside hers. "And your cheeks so soft," I couldn't help but cup her 
cute little buns at that line. "There is nothing for me but to love you. And the way you 
look tonight." I gave her a quick spin, thank goodness I those ballroom dancing classes 
were paying off. 

"With each word, your tenderness grows," I said, starting to dip her, her whole body 
resting on my arm, her back arched, showing me a gorgeous view of her body. "Tearing 
my fear apaaaa...rt." I choked the last bit out. It was fine, she thought it was funny, and 
had started chuckling. "And that laugh, wrinkles your nose, touches my foolish heart."

I picked her back up, holding her swaying body close.

"Lovely ... never, ever change. Keep, that breathless charm. Wont you please arrange it? 
Cause I love you ... just the way you look tonight," I said, moving back and forth with the 
music. We were both caught up in a dance neither wanted to end. It was the small fire of 
passion in which we burned, a perfect moment where nothing could go wrong.

"And that laugh, that wrinkles your nose, it touches my foolish heart," I said, barely 
catching up with the words. But Saffron was willing to allow me a mistake here or there.

"Lovely ... don't you ever change. Keep that breathless charm. Wont you please arrange 
it? Cause I loooove you ... just the way you look tonight," I moved into for the coup de 
grace, kissing her right on her painted lips. She opened her mouth, assaulting mine with 
her wet and steamy little tongue.

"Mm, mm, mm, mm," I mumbled in her mouth, breaking our embrace for but one 
moment. I eased my forehead onto hers, and uttered the last line of the song, "Just the 
way you look tonight."

"Thanks, for everything," she said quietly. 

"Thank you," I said, dancing silently with her through the next song. I was in such a daze 
I couldn't even remember which it was. But I wasn't in too much in a daze to recognize 
nature calling.

"I'm sorry, but I have to sit this one out," I said, seeing the disappointment in her eyes. 
"I'll be right back, I need to use the little boy's room."

"Oh, that's okay then," she said, whispering into my ear "Hurry back."

I wasn't exactly walking slowly to the bathroom, but those two cans of soda went right 
through me. I made it past my little brother's Jim and Jeff, who were still giving me the 
stink eye. I was doing them a favor, not that they would have known. They would learn. 
Whatever, I just had to take a whiz. Of course I was extra careful, so that I didn't tinkle 
on my suit. These things cost a ton to clean, and my dad would be pissed.

After shaking the dew off the lilies, I flushed and headed back to my room. I looked up, 
amazed to see Robbie standing in my doorway. He looked mad. What was he doing?

"Oh no you don't," he said, stepping in my room. Saffron! What the hell are you doing 
Rob! I dashed to my room, nearly falling down on my face.

"What the hell is going on here?" I asked.

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