Now, I have never had any sexual interest in women. But her eyes on me were very flattering to me. I’m five feet ten inches tall, with very long an... shapely legs, like a dancer’s legs but much sexier. My ancestry is French and Irish (I have a French first and last name). The Irish side of me gives a slightly reddish tinge to my brown hair, including my bush. The red lingerie goes very well with the red tinge in my hair. So this hot brunette with the nerdy glasses walks right up to me in the. "Nice to meet you," I said. My dick was hard already.She smiled at us and motioned us over the booths. "Come on lets sit down over here were it is more private and quieter." Quieter, I've heard noisier morgues than this place. She picked up her drink and led the way. Peter and I watched her ass, tightly packed into that shiny leather, piston its way back to a booth in the back of the bar. She wore five-inch high heels--the kind you always see on hookers. She walked on her 'fuck-me-pumps' with. “You stopped messaging me.”“I know. I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s hard to explain. I had such a good time that day that I started getting a bit silly about you, but I know you and me are never gonna… be right. And I had to stop myself. So I stopped the messages. Then I met a guy, and you know how great you made me feel? Well, I never thought it was going to be like that again, but it just was. And this guy, I used to know him and we just picked up where we left off. And we’re together now, like. ....I amok.", she replied. She wasn't sure if it all in her mind or if the strangerwas really there. It felt so real when he touched her. All night at the partyshe watched and waited for the stranger to show up again, but he never did. After the party she told Zach that she wasn't feeling good and wanted togo home and go to bed. She drove straight home and thought about the strangerthe whole ride. She couldn't figure out what he meant by 'You were born tosubmit'. When she got home she got ready.