" When the call ended, Mark got another beer and asked himself what he had just gotten into but no one answered.Tee off was scheduled for nine o'clock...and Mark had to hurry just to get into the parking lot. His friend Paul was waiting anxiously as he pulled in. "Grab you clubs and let's go, slowpoke. We tee off in three minutes." Sorry about that, Paul. I had a late night and early morning that didn't seem to want to ever end." Oh, complain to me. I will be sympathetic! You get more than any. She said to take her there, to my favorite, so I did. She claimed to be happy with the choice, too.We talked for two hours and she asked me out again. She wasn’t a lesbian, she said. At least she thought not. She just pretty much liked a certain type of people, and I was that type. Friendly, not hard to look at, most probably not on welfare, that kind of thing. She said she was pretty sure if she was a dyke, or even a full-blown lipstick lesbian, she wouldn’t have asked me out on a second. Left to his thoughts he considered what to do next. He turned to look at Stephie by the bar and couldn’t help but find his cock stiffening as he drank in the swell of her bottom and her slim waist. Of course, he could already see what the barman was looking at which caused an amused smile to appear on his face.Stephie carried the drinks back and Mattea couldn’t have been more surprised to see that her cock was pressing against her dress making it tent ever so slightly. When she took her seat. Can I? This doesn’t make any sense at all. I can’t feel sexually attracted to Jacob just because of my dream. Or, have I felt this all along?” I breathed out and put my head on the steering wheel, confused with all the mixed emotion going on in my body. My phone buzzed and I grabbed it to see who was calling me. It was Douglas. He was probably wondering what happened. “Hello?” I answered. “Jenny? Where are you? What happened? Are you okay?” “I’m sorry, Douglas, I wasn’t feeling well, so I went.