. I took in a deep breath and performed my duties as the waiter.A moment later, I found myself back at her table. "Here you go, Jadia," I said, settin... the plate down. "I hope it is to your liking." I'm sure it will be," she mentioned, glancing at me and feeling my arm. "Solely because you delivered it to me. I'm sure you sprinkled a little extra 'Sal magic' on there for me, didn't you? I'd hate to leave a small tip because you couldn't do that for me."I swallowed once. "No, I did it for you."She. "Well Sylvia you look all butch and shit tonight. Is that just for me?" she asked."I do this look now and then, even when I'm not meeting big beautiful black women," I said."Well I have to admit you do it wall?" So this Brit guy with you. What up with him?" You can actually ask me yourself dear," The Brit said."Okay Brit, you screwin' Sylvia?" She asked. "Is that why she look like a sissy guy?" Well I have been known to have a fling with Sylvia, but that's not why she is dressed like that. I just don't feel like it much. You don't want me to just do it even thought I don't want to do you?" she said to me somewhat defiantly.I knew that my options were limited and that if I didn't want to have the same old argument that I would have to back down and just put up with my almost sexless marriage. The problem was that I loved this woman, and she was almost perfect in every other aspect of you life. The other problem was that I still found her very attractive. Having kids had only.
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