The dessert was as delicious as always. Merriam didn't say a word to me for the rest of the evening. On my way home, I kept wondering if Merriam's pay...ack was making a fool of me in front of my family? At about three o'clock in the morning, I woke up with stomach cramps and realized the payback was happening right then. I rushed to the toilet and shit like an elephant. I was in and out of the bathroom several times before morning. Merriam somehow knew I would insist on swapping desserts, and. The drive home should have cooled her off. It didn’t. Every stoplight extended their journey to her place. The anticipation was a bittersweet torture, being in a tight space near what she wanted and having to wait. To make matters worse the police car cruising in the lane next to them, guaranteed that Sean observed the speed limit—something he often treated as a friendly suggestion. Two lights later the cruiser turned off onto a side street. ‘Okay. All’s clear.’ It took but a few seconds. Candy is ten years younger than me and much sexier. Sometimes I wish that I could look like her. Her full bosoms always seemed to be on display like a shiny new bike in a toy store window. Maybe, if I looked like her, then Mike wouldn’t have left me. But, Candy was always so sweet to me. She let me stay at her place until Mike moved out of my apartment. She even covered some of my shifts and never asked for anything in return. When I would start to get depressed, Candy would tell me that I was. " He was still on the high that seeing Zena earlier in the day and wanted to be with her right away."You're not going to take no for an answer, are you?" She smiled, knowing it was a statement of fact."Nope. Don't tell me you don't really want to go out with me?" He was only partly kidding. They had just been together for a few minutes earlier in the day, and it dawned on him that he may be putting too much pressure on her."Alright, Bill. Seven o'clock and I'll wear the black dress. See you.