It's my first story about a personal fetish of mine. So it's gonna have lots of grammatical errors and such. With that out of the way enjoy:---------S...rah lay on a towel on the California beach covered in sunscreen and soaking up the sun in her bikini. Through her sunglasses she was looking at the small clouds on this sunny day and sipping from her Sangria."You can do it!" she suddenly heard Jane say to Chloe who was drunk out of her mind, which was followed by the sound of Chloe throwing. "The bra cup didn't tear," I told her. "I think it can be fixed. Do you know anyone who can do an emergency sewing job?"A little hope came into her eyes and voice. "Yes," she said. "Mrs. Walters, she lives next door to Sara and Heather. She does alterations for lots of people. She's pretty good but I don't know what she will charge." Stay here," I said. I walked to the door of the pool house and knocked loudly. "Are you girls decent? I asked. I heard a chorus of 'Yes's'.As a precaution I opened. You and I are going to get along very well. Do you mind if I get another glass of wine? I’m just starting to feel good”. It was only Lisa’s third glass of wine and the bartender certainly had a heavy hand. “Go right ahead, Lisa. I’m not going to have another glass myself but I hope you don’t mind if I take a few sips of yours”. We finished the wine and I paid the tab. As we headed for the door, I had a good feeling about this one. “Can I hold your arm, Ronnie? I’m feeling a little tipsy. If I. A double date with a guy named Bruno who I've never met. How'd I get myself into this mess? Oh well, it's only for one dinner. I imagine on our skimpy funds, it'll be pizza and colas. It can't be that bad.I suppose I should have had more confidence in Renata. I'd heard enough horror stories about blind dates that I guess that coloured my thinking. When I arrived at La Trattoria at six o'clock on Saturday evening I was pleasantly surprised that it was a nice, almost upscale restaurant. I walked.