With lots of boys, and you’re too shy to tell me the problem?”“OK, it’s ... my period is late, and I feel kind of sick. I know I can’t be pr...gnant...”“Why can’t you be pregnant?”“A girl can never get pregnant unless she wants to. I know that much.”“That is incorrect.”“But that congressman said it! He said you couldn’t get pregnant from genuine rape. And then there was this big cover-up.”“The congressman was wrong. There was no cover-up.”“And you can only get pregnant during your period.”“That’s. OMG!” She kept smiling and biting her lips.Just then we got our coffee. The waiter place two coffees and went away. Our legs have been touching each other under the table ever since we sat. We both didn’t mind it. I tore the sugar sachet and pour in her and mine coffee.I continued: “You have that kinda body..perfectly curved and voluptuous. You would so fit like a Latina women in a gangbang porn” We were in corner seat. It was weekday. So there wasn’t much of a crowd there. We could talk freely. I could tell they meant me no harm; they were simply curious.They ventured closer until only a dozen feet stood between us. There they stopped and just stood there, staring at me. I stared back at them. Our eyes met and I instantly felt a deep connection to them. It was the type of connection only a human and an animal can share. The type of connection that makes dogs—or canines in general—man’s best friend. The type of connection that made me forget about everything else but those two. I turned back to the guy (Marty), and mentioned he was a lucky man to have such a lovely mate. He smiled and thanked me, then said "I could see by the look in her eyes she took a shine to you, also!"Naturally, I thought he was just being nice - and smiled while shrugging off the comment. I returned to my seat, but Marty came back in about 1/2 an inning, and asked if I had plans for after the game. Being alone in a small town, I shook my head. "I'll probably go back to the hotel and relax!" He.