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Note: Thank you to everyone who's been so supportive of this story. Knowing that you like what I write for Josh and Donna makes it so much easier to post. Unfortunately, I'm having computer problems (AOL keeps kicking me off during posting), so I'm cutting and pasting my story from Word. Therefore, this chapter will have all the screwy sentence breaks, etc. I apologize in advance for any difficulty you have reading this. Changes Chapter 9
At a little before 8, Josh rang Donna's doorbell. When he walked up the flight of steps to her apartment, she'd already opened the door. Donna had her back to him, staring into a mirror and putting an earring in. She turned when she heard him close the door. "Hi." Josh couldn't breathe. He couldn't remember how to speak. She looked beautiful. She had a black v-neck dress on. It was simple in design, but when she had turned, it had revealed a lot of leg through a thigh high slit. High heel black sandals completed her look. Her hair was loose behind her. Small diamond earrings and a diamond bracelet were her only jewelry. Donna noticing his discomfort, with a secret inner-smile of her own, decided to play with it. "Do I meet with your approval?" "Um. Donna. You look…um…God, you look amazing." Although she'd wanted to keep the upper hand, she felt her face flush. `Why am I always blushing around him lately?' she asked herself. `You know why,' her conscience answered back. "Thank you," she said. "You don't look bad yourself." Josh peered down at his tux. "This old thing?" Donna smiled and grabbed her purse and wrap off her hallway table. "Ready?" "Yep." They didn't talk again until they reached Josh's car. "I see your car made it to this side of town." "Hey, don't talk about her like that," said Josh, gallantly opening Donna's door as she slid in. Donna leaned across the seats to pop the lock on his door. "Why am I not surprised that your car is a she?" she asked as Josh settled into the driver's seat. "Shh, she'll hear you," said Josh, starting the car. "Never mind what the crazy lady says about you. You're a good, good car," he said, as he patted the steering wheel. Donna rolled her eyes and laughed as they drove off.
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