It's located in a very ghetto area - which appeals to me - because, like most Caucasian females, I favor ethnic men as sex partners - especially Afric...n-American and/or Latino men! There are some nice, big booths in the back, so there’s plenty of room for couples to have sex in them. I go there wearing usually some really tight, butt baring short shorts, a belly baring crop top t-shirt, some high heels, lipstick, green eye shadow, and my hair fluffed and teased up high. Usually, a big boned. I'm getting pretty fucking tired of your games."Suddenly her hand shot to her mouth and she glanced at Tara. She was certain that Brock had told Tara of Susan's teenage plans. If not, she was going to find out about them now."This is exactly what you hoped would happen 10 years ago, isn't it?" she asked in an angry tone. "You think this is going to be like how you set him up with Tara. You think you're going to swoop in and mend his broken heart. Not likely, sister."Tara turned her eyes first. When I let the guillotine fall on his happy heart I knew it would be nasty. He would beg and plead and ask for something I was incapable of giving? Probably I would cry rivers tomorrow, hugging my pillow in weakness. Tonight I would hold back the flood of tears and give him his final minutes. I would get a grip, hide that welling tear, wear a plastic smile and let him have me one last time. I needed to let him pretend that I would still be his when the fall sun rose in the morning. Some people. When he stood up, he had an idea. He walked to the mirror. He could just make out his reflection. He put his hand on the mirror and spoke...”Karen”. All of a sudden she appeared ... in the mirror. For a moment he couldn’t believe his eyes, but there she was Dressed as she was this morning. He held out his hand and she stepped out of the mirror and took his hand. He put his finger to his lips as he led her out the door and to his room.When he got her to his room, he stood in front of her,.