” I smiled warmly. “Shake on it?”I outstretched my hand and I swear I saw her heart physically start to bump. She let out a short, sharp exhale,...and slowly began to bring her hand up, the one that was rubbing her pussy over her skirt. Slowly, barely at all, her hand rose to meet mine.All of a sudden, her two hands snatched mine, and she brought my hand to her face. She was losing her control over herself. She brought my hand right up to her nose and inhaled mightily, taking in my scent, losing. Her brother is in the forces like you and she is living with him following her messy divorce. She is still young and beautiful with blonde hair, an athletic body, and slightly taller than me at five feet, seven inches. To start off with I feel jealous. She's beautiful with a body to die for. Although I'm not bad myself, I've been doing a little bit of exercise and managed to be more toned than when we first met. I'm out in the front garden one day. It's the middle of summer and I'm in tight. Turns out she is amazing. Except ... she is a fucking fry thief!” I said smacking her hand.“Ow! Well see if she hooks up with you again if you act like that,” she said, pouting.“If that is what it takes, I’ll give every last fry on my plate to get with her again.”“Donna’s right,” Cindi said. “You are a dork.”“It’s dweeb, thank you very much,” I corrected her. Holding out a French fry I added, “She usually says I’m at least a cute dweeb.”“I guess you’ll do.” Cindi said taking my peace offering.. "I did, too," I say with a smile, "yes, you can, anytime is good withme. If I don't answer, just leave a message. I promise I'll returnthe call. Goodnight, Roger, it was a really good time and I certainlyenjoyed the company."We glance at each other as our eyes lock for a brief moment, and I candefinitely imagine a future with him. But, now, I go to my car.He does call me Tuesday evening and after we chat a while, he asks meout to dinner on Saturday, both of which I greatly appreciate as I.