“Um… yeah,” I responded, wondering why she’d asked. I couldn’t believe that there was any chance of Sarah Johnson could ...ver like me. I looked at her hoping that she would explain her reason for the question. “Do you like me?” She asked. Trying to be slick I responded by saying, “It depends if you like me.” “I think your pretty hot,” she said. “In fact it’s getting kinda’ hot in here,” she took off her. Scanning the menu overhead, I decided to go with their number two meal which consists of a double cheeseburger with regualr fries and a coke."Hi, I can help you now."I snapped out my trance oogling at the tasty picture of the burger and I walk up to the cashier."Oh yes," I thought to myself, "My next victim!"Standing before me behind the cash register was one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. She was one of those girls that just seemed to stand out from the rest. Her sandy blonde. .. The 21st finally finished creeping up on her. She was beginning to have serious doubts. Was someone going to call her? Pick her up? If she was supposed to be downtown for a parade, it was going to take time to cross Lake Ponchartrain and fight rush hour, especially with the mobs in town, to get to the French Quarter.The promised package never showed until 1:00 p.m., and what was that? Two hours ago? It was delivered by a commercial courier this time. Her "package" included one hanging. He bent over and took his socks off, stood and removed his shirt. As fast as he had gotten up to remove his own clothes, he was on top of me, and his penis rammed hard into me. I spread my legs willingly curling them up and over his back and hooking my feet each on the other so as to get myself as wide and as open as I could for him. He pumped into me hard over and over again, until in a burst he came deep inside me, screaming my name into the night. Peter rolled off me and lay on the top.