“Nathan?” the questioning affliction at the end of his name made him realize he hadn’t said anything yet. Finally he gathered the strength to ut...er “Of course, there is a coffee shop across the street from my apartment building.” A slight giggle escaped Rebecca and she exclaimed “I am down here waiting on you silly, we are linked now, I know everything about you, so come down here and drink your Caramel Late, I know it’s your favorite.”“I’ll be down in twenty” was all Jonathan could manage and. She didn't smile, but there was something very informal in her manner. I knew instantly that we could be friends. “Cognac,”I answered, meeting her eyes. “Two,”she told the bartender, her glance falling below his waist. Then to me, she said, “Meg, my name is Meg.”“Hello, Meg,”I said. “Bella.”“Great party, isn’t it?”The questioning look I threw her suddenly made us both chuckle. “Do you have a room for the night?”she asked. Before I answered, the bartender set our drinks down. He looked from me. What if I chickened out and ran? What if they wanted more then a blow job? What if we said no and they said yes? But somehow I completely trusted Stephanie and as Tom kissed me again, I felt his package. I didnt seem to big, or too small. That was comforting. When we opened the door, she led them both to the same bed and sat them down next to each other. She turned me to and winked as she dropped her straps and let the gals out. She nodded her head and suggested that I do the same. I felt so. Robert is about 6' 4", and weighs about 210 pounds. His shoulders are broad, his hips are fairly slim, and he is about ten years older than I am. Close cropped hair, a bushy mustache, impeccably dressed, and politely mannered, no wonder Mom says all the women at work chase after him.I couldn't help but wonder why he chased after me. Still it was a brand new day. I couldn't help myself, I stared at Robert. I stared at Robert's dark skin. He was so God damned black, that I had to wonder if his.