‘You shouldn’t care about what she does or thinks,’ Ryan stated boldly. ‘It’s up to you — she’s not your mother. How old are you now?’...He looked away slowly. ‘Twenty-nine.’ ‘My point exactly.’ The blond placed his hands on his shoulders. ‘You and me Friday night. No one else. Just us.’ ‘To go where?’ Riley asked in protest. ‘And do what?’ He smirked to himself. ‘To go out together tomorrow night and enjoy ourselves.’ **** Friday morning. Riley came into the work’s toilets and noticed that Ryan. What does she know... 'Never mind him,'continued sly Sid,'I,m asking you.' Charlotte remained silent and the black,laughing out loud twirled her around and dragged her back to the others. Steve had been watching his gorgeous wife dancing with big, black,ugly Sid. 'Beauty and the b**st,' he mused but the scene was part of his on-going fancy. He saw black Sid,s lips moving as he whispered in Charlotte,s ear; saw her smile and lay her face on the black,s chest, watched as her dancing partner. Besides being attractive she was intelligent and had a good sense of humor. Greg enjoyed listening to her talk. The looks they exchange had him wondering if something more could develop between them. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of a lover she would be and concluded that she probably would be pretty good.As they were sipping on their coffee Greg said, “I really enjoyed myself today. You are a fun person to be with. I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me next. We all looked up at him in befuddled surprise. Smiling cheerfully, the waiter picked up our second pitcher of Cajun margaritas, which was at half-full and holding steady, and emptied it into our glasses, topping up all four with the reddish orange liquid."Did we order this?" asked Cindy finally.The waiter smiled at my wife, in the admiring way that waiters often do, and said "I was told that this table needed another pitcher. Did y'all want me to take it back?"I opened my mouth to jump on this.