“Christ, how I wanna fuck you...but there seems to be...I don’t know...something more to you than just a fuck.”This time her smile is visible bu... his face remains stolid, eyes narrowing slightly. It’s like his mind is fighting desperately to counter the move his body wants to make next.She chews her bottom lip and solves his dilemma for him. “There’s nothing that says you can’t fuck me and have me too,” she whimpers.His reaction is subtle, but she catches it, something slightly more than a. She sighed, picking the sandwich up and reaching for the side of ranch. ‘Dead slow. I’m the only one on the floor because Delilah’s on her break, and that’s the first table I’ve had in forty-five minutes. Hang on, I’m just going to bring this out.’ She delivered the sandwich briskly, smiling at a patron as she set it down, and went directly back to the kitchen.As she came around to the side of the line, she pulled a cherry candy out of the pocket of her apron, twisted it open, and popped it. I adjusted the machine and sat down; the seat was still warm and moist from its previous occupant.I caught my eye on the huge black guy sitting now at my right. He was really tall and muscular, his skin dark as coal. I noticed his shaped calves and his thick, ripped thighs. My eyes were drawn to a particular spot; he was really well endowed…I became aware that I had caught staring and, embarrassed, I looked away. Smiling, the black man stood up and walked towards the men`s locker room. He. “I’m so sorry, Melody. I didn’t mean...” She kissed me.“I’m not very sentimental about things,” she said. “I forgot until Lissa reminded me last night. It was actually yesterday, the eleventh. February was eventful. Two weeks later, we made love with Lissa.”“Did we do anything special for Valentine’s Day last year? I don’t even remember it.”“Valentine’s Day was pretty anti-climactic after the weekend. Professor McIntyre refused to accept our concept sketches of each other for our final project.