You look amazing tonight by the way” “So do you Mia. How do you fancy going back to my place a little early?” Natalie leant in and with her war... breath shewhispered, “This place is dark, but it doesn’t have any corners” The pulse between Mia’s legs answered the question for her. “Your flat is gorgeous Nat, is it just you here?” “Yea just me, just how I like it.” When Mia looked up from her phone she found Natalie slinking her way towards her across the soft carpet. “Drink?” She bent down. She was more educated and aware of life's experience than she pretended. She was mature for her age, to put it mildly."Good afternoon, sir. You are clearly not a local, so you must be a Yank," she teased him a bit."Gee, and I thought that I was a Brit! Bloody hell! Have I been singing 'God Save The Queen' all of these years for no reason?" he sarcastically replied, but clearly in good enough humor for the waitress's taste. Then again, sarcasm was widely accepted in the UK."I meant no offense,. “It would be better if I wasn’t being harassed.”“Now, now. Just because your team lost doesn’t mean you should take it out on me.”“I have an idea. Why don’t we just agree not to talk about football? I mean we are being paid to work.”Sue laughed. “Where’s the fun in that?”“You consider sending me these videos fun? It’s juvenile!”“How do you know that I did it?”“Because it is just like something you would do.” Gwen shook her head. “I dare you to deny it.”“Dare me? Why don’t you bet me?”“What do. And it worked! I had a couple of regulars that I met once or twice a week. At school. The comic book store. The arcade (this was back when stand-up video games were most popular). But the guy who started it all was my neighbor from across the street. He had actually caught me with his son when I was too young to know what the hell I was doing. He confronted me about it and ended up teaching me the ropes. Not that that was necessarily a cool thing to do to an u******e k**, but at.