"hey. How are you doing." I said.Candice than went on to speak to this guy named Daryl. "I'll let you go now Daryl. Text me if something comes up befo...e tomorrow evening. See yeah later."Candice ended the video chat and stood up giving me a big hug."What was that all about baby?'"Daryl is a guy I met in a chat room a couple weeks ago." Two weeks ago? How come you didn't mention anything about talking to a guy online?"Candice had her arms wrapped around my neck holding on to me as she gave me. They slide down my shoulders and begin to undo the buttons on my blouse. He pushes the fabric away and then looks up. I have on a red lace bra with the look of a corset. My breasts threaten to spill over the top. I was thinking a man might like this as I dressed tonight. His grin has changed into a leer. ‘Wow, do your panties match?’ He asks while his hands explore the fabric embracing and now exposing my breasts. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know,’ I smile. He stands and pulls me to my feet. Van is. They’d fallen silent for several minutes, about half his attention focused on a television newscast. She had little interest in news commentaries, televised or printed, and had been following an obscure train of thought when she abruptly blurted out her question.“Why do—” She began to repeat herself.“I heard you,” he said. “Come on, you know the answer to that one.”“I’m not sure I do.”“Well, sure you do. Get turned on. Get the motor revving.”“Does it turn you on? Get your motor revving?” she. " Buenas noches, Gabriel." And who is this beautiful woman who is your guest tonight?" Gabriel asked as he gave my mother a little bow of respect."Oh, this is my mother. Gabriel, this is Cynthia. Cynthia ... Gabriel," I said, introducing one to the other.My mother nodded politely in his direction and I turned towards him as well. I was surprised to see the dumbfounded look on the Spaniard's face as he looked intently at my mother. He always seemed so proper and composed. "No, I don't believe.