I’m going to look into your eyes and I’m going to tell you that I love you and that I miss you. I’m going to tell you that I love your text mess...ges in the morning and your ‘I love you’s’ when you say goodbye on the phone. I’m going to tell you that I love your laugh and your smile. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found you and how lucky I am that I get to be in love with you.” “Please don’t, I don’t want to cry. I don’t want you to come home and all I do it cry.” I said as the tears. The woman seemed very nervous; he watched her stutter as she looked up to her waitress and gave her order. Strange, that. There was something familiar about her blandly pretty face, but nothing he could put his finger on. She certainly wasn't one of the secretaries from his office.His meal arrived and he made short shrift of it. He was hungrier than he had thought and was halfway through his second glass of tea when he cleaned the last of his plate. His stomach grumbled at him, and he decided. At least, this was the way it had happened.The team had their invisibility turned on, so there was no chance that they would be spotted by any of the locals. They hoped to make it look like divine intervention when they stopped the car, but that was a secondary goal. The main goal was to save all the lives they could.A significant part of their problem was that they did not know exactly what the vehicle looked like. All they knew was that the vehicle was shaped much like the original VW Bug,. "Well I was uncomfortable and had to get comfy". She asks with a smirk and her broken english "you are wearing underwear arent you?" "No boxers of course I answer", and she subconciously looks down at my dick imprint through my shorts. I say that because she caught herself and immediately got nervous and her whole mood changed up. I asked her whats wrong and she says "nothing I have shopping to do and my husband is waiting for me at home". For some reason I knew right then I WAS GOING TO.