"Good luck explaining that one to her, Morg.." Abby wasn't about to burst her sister's bubble. If she could fool herself into thinking that Damon would propose, all the more power to her. But in the end, Abby knew she'd be there with Jack to eat tubs of ice cream with her and watch movies like Casablanca or Tristan and Isolde, and they could cry it out and then maybe pop in some Star Trek or Harry Potter. Abby specialized in damage control and picking up the pieces, not giving advice.
Abby rolled her eyes. "Carter's not going to touch my boobs. I was joking around with him over the boards and he wasn't even comfortable reading the word 'boob,' never mind even touching or seeing one." She adjusted her dress so that it was hiked up and she crossed her legs indian style as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Morg, if I want him to touch my boobs, I'm honestly not opposed to it. It's just skin. It's not that big of a deal.."
She rolled her eyes again and just sat still for Morgan so she could get it over with and just go to the dance already. She'd be glad when this was all over with, or at least when she could forget about her appearance and have a good time instead. Hopefully tonight she wouldn't get tossed in a garbage can and even if she did, she wasn't opposed to brushing off the garbage and getting back out there on the dance floor to have fun. Plus, she'd be in a crowd and Carter would probably hide her from the rest of the kids since he did tower over her.