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... out with me?”

She bit her lip, but shook her head a little. “We DIDN'T just meet! You're my brother!”

“Step brother.” he corrected. “I'm not good looking enough?”

“You're very cute!” she retorted. “All of my friends say so. You're one of the cutest guys in our whole school!”

“So why won't you let me take you out to dinner and a movie?”

She bit her lip. “Just dinner and a movie? That's all?”

“I promise.” he said, holding up his left pinky. She took it and met his eyes.

“Okay, Alan.” she said. “I'll go out with you.” She looked at him again. “But no funny business!”

“I promise, all of our business will be 100% above board and dead serious!” he told her.

“Good.” she smiled. “Where are we going? Will I need to get dressed up fancy, or is it Wendy's?”

“I'd like to see you in a dress.” he said. “I'll be taking you to Rudolph's in Montresto.”

She stared at him. “That's three towns away. I've heard that they're 5 stars, too!”

“Yup.” he agreed. “Do you even own a dress nice enough to go there in, or should we go shopping first?”

“The only dress I have that's even close to good enough is that blue one, and the bust is too small for me now! I haven't worn it since I was thirteen.”

“Shopping it is, then.” he told her. “You have a limit of twelve hundred bucks for the dress, and three hundred for the shoes.”

“Fifteen hundred for my outfit?” she asked, her eyes goggling in wonder at the amount. “Did you win the lottery or ...

... something?”

“That's half my savings.” he told her. “You're worth it.”

She almost burst into tears at that. Nobody had ever valued her so highly before, not even her mother. “I'm not worth that much.” she whispered. “Not even close!”

“You are to me.” he said, then bent in and kissed her cheek, tasting the tear she refused to let fall. “You're worth way more than that, Kim.”

“Alan, I can't let you spend that much!” she protested emphatically. “Mom will kill me!”

“Nobody will ever touch you with bad intentions.” he told her seriously. “You are under my protection!”

She began crying. “Alan...” She looked down at the floor. “I don't deserve this! None of it!”

“Then do something to earn it.” he suggested. She looked at him, puzzled.

“Like what?” she asked. “I don't have anything worth anything near that much! There's nothing I can do, either!”

“Wrong on both counts.” he told her. “You CAN do something. You can give me something at the same time.”

“What?” she asked.

“I have $50 on me right now.” he said, smiling a little. “Do you want to earn it?”

“Earn it how?” she asked, puzzled again. “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“Have you ever been kissed?” he asked. She shook her head. “I'll give you $50 for your first kiss.”

She looked at him, askance. “Like a prostitute?”

“Prostitutes don't kiss.” he told her. “Too personal.”

“How do you know?” she asked. “Do you even know any prostitutes?”

“Yes, and so do you.” he replied. “Amber ...