The next week was Bella’s party and I picked her up for it. We handled things similarly. Nadia was a hit at both parties being a clever, good-lookin... woman wearing an attractive dress. At her company’s party, both of us received many looks. She did because the clothes I had seen her wear during the week were noticeably more modest and I did simply because I was with her.I enjoyed having her with me for lunches and for the parties. The only fly in the ointment was the lack of passion. Nadia was. No one knew how old he actually was, but it didn’t matter. Jesse’s served up the finest barbeque in the known world, though only the locals, and select passers-by from the city were aware of it.Late August is hot in Texas—no doubt about it—but at just before straight-up noon, under the spreading branches of the tall pecan, and with a gentle breeze blowing, it was pleasant enough. There was a light plume of aromatic smoke lifting from the smokers out back (as it did twenty-four hours a day). So Rebecca was quite pleased with the intimate table at the Savoy, for which she had carefully achieved what she thought of as her "classy slut" look, a translucent gown that hinted at the charms beneath. Daniel was waiting for her in the lobby, and seemed a very different person, charming and confident. He kissed her cheek, then guided her to the table as the head waiter trailed behind. Once they were seated, and the man had listed the nightly specialities, he poured the Chablis that had been. " Well, at least you apologized," she said. "Most of you guys just point and laugh. Some of them make circus jokes. You know ... look at the elephant. I've probably heard every fat joke there is. Maybe I should just get a big tent to cover myself and..." I think you have the wrong idea totally about why I was staring at you," I said."So, why were you staring at my big fat ass then?" she asked.Even as she asked the question she leaned over and it looked like her huge tits were going to spill out.