”“So it’s nothing more than friends with benefits?”“Yeah. I think she’ll go looking for a boyfriend of her own once she gets an idea how s...e should be treated.”“Okay. Gina and Lana know her better than anyone. If they’re sure it’s okay, do it.”“Want me to bring her home so we can tag-team her?” I asked and grinned as the second lunch crowd started to filter in.“Maybe if she’s gonna stick around for more than once. For her one night, take her somewhere and treat her right.”Someone sat down. So was he. In the truck, he slipped his hand between her breasts. Her nipples sprang up hard, sensitive to his touch. She stroked his massive arm, feeling her pussy get wetter and wetter as they came closer to the hotel. He pulled into valet, waited for the attendant to open her door.“Good evening, and welcome to the Peppermill,” he said. “Thank you,” said Tim. “Take care of her,” motioning to the truck. “I’ll take care of her,” placing his arm around Grace’s waist.The couple leaned. ‘Who the hell said that you are unappealing? And who said that I want to fuck some girl?’ ‘I can see it in your eyes, Fred,’ she snorted as she pulled a robe, suddenly desperate to cover her nakedness. ‘You hate me … hate the fat, ugly, sugar craving woman that I have become.’ ‘Baby, come here,’ said Fred as he tried to close the distance between them. Sam snarled and moved away, forcing him to restrict his movement. ‘Don’t come close to me. I am not your baby anymore.’ ‘Sam, don’t behave like. Why did shehave to email during a meeting?! I'd have been better off not replyingto the first email. Then she wouldn't feel like I'd blown her off.I fretted the rest of the night and all the next day. There was noresponse to my last email.Friday morning, I decided I had to do something to try to make thingsright again. I sent the following message:"Dear Grace,I'm sorry about the other day. I wanted to play. I really did. AllI've been thinking of is you and last Friday night. But I was.