Tricia followed suit. Mouths hung open and the place went silent. One cook rushed through the door and got personal-space close to Kelly.“I couldn�...t see from back there” was his story. He started at her chest and said, “Beautiful, just beautiful.” He finally looked her in the eyes and said, “Show me the rest.”“What!?” said Kelly.“Show me the rest.”“Are you asking me to show you my pussy?”“Yes.”“Then ask nicely.”“Would you please show me your pussy?”By the time Kelly had told him to ask she had. Debating what looked good revealed more about Alyssa. Was she going to be one of those girls who just gets a salad? I would have been surprised. Her knowledge of kitchen craft, especially the minutia of handmade tamales led me to believe that this was a girl who enjoyed making and eating food that wasn’t also the preferential diet of rabbits. Was she one of those people who ordered everything with 5 out of 5 stars spicy? You can get to know a person pretty well just by sharing a meal.“Check it. "Watch." You get out the chicken leftover from the cookout the other night while I chef up the dressing." June nodded and went to the fridge.I got out the small food processor and put in some parmesan cheese, ground pepper and some garlic cloves. I ground that up until it was very fine, added some Dijon mustard, Worcestershire sauce, eggs, lime, and a few anchovies from a can I found in the pantry. I ground all that up for another thirty seconds and added a half cup of olive oil and a half cup. But me concealing such a big lie is wrong. I never intended to involve you sexually. But when you started to move sexually with me in the theater, I wanted to please you as I love you very much. That’s why I have done everything to please you, but I didn’t expect anything in return. I have acted as a sex toy to you to fulfill your urges.Me: I know I have spoiled everything. Now I can’t be like that with you anymore.Sarvada: I understand. But be friendly with me, that’s all I am going to ask.Me:.