Have you ever heard of a love story that wasn't cutesy, sappy or reeking of pinkish-ness? Aren't those the defining characteristics of a love story?No... in Belle's mind they weren't.Lilly, though she'd deny it from creation till hell froze over, has a weakness for romance novels. All the throbbing, heaving, pulsating and similarly related adjectives, give her some sort of vicarious thrill. Peggy won't admit it either, but I'd caught her sneaking a peak in Lilly's books when she thought no one. Smiling to your self you think I would have loved you stay with that guy and had a drink with him. Then you decided to write a random number on a napkin at the bar and hide it on your self to trick me later. You notice me walk in and smile at me. I politely smile back to you but walk straight past you to sit at the other end of the bar. You look a little hurt by this so I smile to you again and then you remember! You are meeting a stranger for the first time.I order a drink and make a note of. I immediately told him I was so sorry for interrupting him. He was shorter than me by a few inches but was heavily muscled up and when he got right in my face, I could feel myself cowing down to him. We were inside this large barn sized structure where they keep these tire tubes for tubing and maybe there was 60 or more people inside and more outside. He orders me in this almost very loud speaker harsh demon like voice, “You fucking stupid piece of hot smelly dog shit, get on your hands and. .then made my way to the meat department..mmm..oh yes..the meat department. I happened to notice that the same chocolate man i had seen earlier was standing there..so i casually strutted his way with my cart. He stopped me..we struck up a conversation that lasted about 20min..the whole time my pussy was dripping with desire. We exchanged numbers then i went on my way.Later that night i called him..asking him to join me for a movie. Needless to say I just wanted to fuck him. So when he showed up.