Truth is, I hate fake conversation and I'd rather go home and read a good book than flirt with guys, get drunk or get hit on.Maybe it's because I'm no... your stereotypical Latina. Truth is, I am quite shy (I was the only Latina in my elementary and middle school and found it easier to fade into the background than to try and fit in with the whites), insecure (people fall for my body, not my mind or personality... thus although I know my body is amazing, I still have an inferiority complex about. " Oh, don't worry about that," Kathy offered. "Grand Dad gave me a thousand dollar gift certificate when he brought the new dildos," she waved her hand toward the line of gleaming chrome riding machines, "and that should be more than enough."And I'm sure Christi would just love to come with me," she winked at the pretty brunette who still dangled by her wrists with big lead sinkers weighing heavily on her nipples. "Wouldn't you, Torture Mouse?" Sure," Christi smiled weakly, "as long as you try. It makes me want you inside me right now, this very instant. But I know all good things come to those who wait, so I break our kiss, stand, and start to walk away. You quickly ask where I’m off to. I just giggle and tell you to follow me... and you do.In just a few strides you catch up with me. I reach out and take your hand. The moonlight makes our path clear to see... down, down, down to the water's edge. You hesitate at the edge but I pull you in after me. It's only ankle deep here anyway. I. Because I've got a ... Hot ... Hot ... Hot date and I'm not breaking it for anything less than an 'Extinction Level Event'. I should be back to the Realm of Men by tomorrow. I did mention that the date was 'HOT', right? Now wait for the beep."Just before the 'leave message here' beep sounded, Mike could have sworn he'd heard the first bars of 'Fools Rush In' being hummed. Still chuckling, Mike thought, 'Well, looks like a quick refresher in Voice Mail Message Editing couldn't hurt a thing.'As.