Steven liked big girls, and Emelia was the biggest beautiful girl around. She had showed up for their date wearing a white sweater and a flared pink skirt that teased all sorts of gray flesh. When he noticed the hairy tip of her tail just poking out in back, his body got excited in all sorts of ways.
The date went well. Emelia batted her eyes and flapped her ears lightly at Steven when he complimented her outfit. Steven told risqué jokes, making Emelia giggle and cover her mouth with one foreleg. During the movie, their arms kept brushing, and Emelia snuck a few bites of his popcorn with her trunk. At one point he rested his hand on her huge, wrinkly knee, and Emelia did not object.
By the time he had driven them back to Emelia’s house, Steven was feeling bold. As Emelia unbuckled her seatbelt, he made his move. He leaned in for a goodnight kiss, also aiming his left hand for that knee, the gray thigh above it, and the edge of her pink skirt.
The flared end of Emelia’s trunk stopped his lips and gently pushed his face back, even as a strong foreleg pinned and then removed his daring hand. Emelia smiled coyly and shook her big head at him. She blew a puff of air at him playfully with her trunk, then got out of the car and went inside. A quick wave and wink let Steven know he had not screwed up entirely.
Feeling a little down, but still happy, Steven re-buckled and drove home. Girls, right? What a hassle playing the game to only get peanuts. His brother had been right to say that elephants never permit.
Still, Steven appreciated Emelia’s strength. And better to be clear that no always meant no. He’d just have to work at becoming more irresistible to her. After all, Steven knew he definitely wanted to see Emelia again – there was just too much of her to like!