"Good," she said, adding, "Listen, us girls got to stick together, you know?"We both laughed.The waiter was back with the veal, and he set the dishes ...own. "Enjoy, ladies." Again, he turned to me and smiled. This time I did not smile back. I did not wish to encourage me.As he left, Pamela said, "See, what did I tell you. He likes you!" I said, "You may be right, but like I said, I'm not into that." Pamela sighed. "He's so cute. Did you get a good look at his ass? What a waste." I countered, "So. That day, the owner stared at me from his counter for about nearly 10-12 minutes trying to check me out, it creeped me out cause he was looking at me as if he had wrong intentions for me (which eventually came true and that story is for a later time)My boyfriend came about 15 minutes later on and I told him about his friend staring at me and stuff so he just asked me to ignore. We had some snacks and a coffee and by the looks of it, it didn’t seem that there were any plans to go to his house,. All things came to him in time whether he desired it or not.Persephone felt, rather than saw, the presence behind her. Whipping her head around, her hair flying around her face like the wind, she knew that she 'almost' saw whatever it was watching her. She could feel the renewed presence of dread deep in her stomach, as though the owl had again passed over her on silent wings, temporarily blocking the protective warmth of the sun; leaving her with the unpleasant knowledge that all was not well. Her back bent, arching her chest towards the Sun. It's heat instantly enveloping her smallish breasts as they surged from the cloth that once kept them. A slight slip of her finger across the pink hardness and then quickly through her hair. Pulling her head back further. Staring straight at them with a frightened eagerness. presenting an image of Amadine golden hair, hand buried between two slender thighs, hips rising only to fall and rise higher still. Breasts firmly pointed at the sun, head.