“Prepare to be underwhelmed.”They walked in and found a booth along the back wall. “They actually have a decent wine selection here,” he said ...s they were both reading the menus. After the waitress came by and took their order, Oscar studied her while she finished up a couple e-mails on her cell phone. Her fingernails were short, painted the same burgundy color of her lip gloss. Her hair was down, hanging just below her shoulders. Oscar knew he was definitely checking her out when he started to. No. I just don't think it's a good idea."Neither did I, but I had to offer anyway. "I guess that means two cars, then." I ran over the mental calculations in my head. He couldn't drive me. I could drive him... But then his car would be here, and his parents probably wouldn't like that either. I could drive him, drive home and then return his car, but... That left me stranded the same was as if he'd driven, and we'd just wasted gas for no reason. Two cars it was. "Are you sure it'll be okay," I. Her breasts were small but firm, and her nipples the colour of strong tea. Her pubis had a sprinkling of hairs that remained straight, each angled towards the cleft of her vulva, and her labia protruded from finely honed thighs. A shapely little bottom that Alice was itching to torture complimented the girl's beauty."Over many centuries, we have found that it is possible to relieve pain by applying needles to various parts of the body," he explained."You can relieve pain?" Alice asked.The man. The wife relies on faith, love and peace. I thrive on being pissed off and stubbornly refusing to give the satisfaction of saying I can be broken. My father in law was a fighter, a tough SOB who once entered local strong man competitions in the seventies and eighties. He beat it in his colon. A year later he beat it in his kidney. Then his esophagus. His liver. One piece at a time. Losing some more quality of life each time, but still had life and my wife was by his side for all of it. January.