Sifting through the piles of white cloth that were either napkins or rags, she found the only shirt available which left little for even a kenders ima...ination. Lauranathias’ hand landed finally on a shirt in her size, this left little for even a kender to imagine. As she made her way back to the bar she pulled on the blouse with a sigh and quickly tried to regain her composure. The warrior’s gaze shifted to the other waitress as she came out from the back of the bar. Another jeer arose from. About 6 months earlier, she had been at a pool party with some coworkers after work. She wasn't swimming but they were downing margaritas and passing around a few joints. The liquor and the pot got her horny and lowered her judgment levels. There were 3 black men at the party, all wearing tight fitting swim suits. One started talking to her, and as she got stoned he moved in on her. Apparently he was hung like a horse (I'm not tiny, about 7" and reasonably thick, but apparently he was closer to. ‘Oh please, please, we can’t do this, we really can’t, I am married’. My voice is thick with emotion. ‘Yes, so am I but I need you, I love you’ Love? How could that word apply to the two of us? We are friends, good friends whose partners too are friends, it cannot be more. The arm pulls me close once again with renewed urgency and the hand pushes firmly against my weak resistance. My arousal has not and will not diminish and as a soft, wet mouth nibbles at my lips, my own mouth offers no. I knocked on the door and Angela answered it. “Wow aren’t you the handsome stud” Angela said and I blushed a bit. “Lucy your date has arrived” Angela called. “I am coming mom” Lucy called down. Angela invited me inside. What I saw next made my eyes almost pop out. Lucy came strolling down the steps like a princess. She had on a blood red dress that reached down to her knees or just above it. Her hair was done up in a ponytail. She looked like a goddess in the light. Her lips were blood.