Dinner was absolutely wonderful. I tried as hard as I could not to stare at her breasts, as the bodice of her dress defied gravity and refused to expo...e them. But I realised that most of the time I was u*********sly trying to lean to one side or the other to get a better view. After the entrée was finished, I remarked to Sara that it was a pity that such a lovely meal was prepared for her dad and not for a boyfriend. At that, Sara rose from the table, walked around to my side, and plonked. Thanks for letting me take another crack at it.I eat out a lot. Yes, that's a pun but, really, I mean it literally. I enjoy eating meals out. I have my favorite places all over: the breakfast joints, the excellent little pubs where the cook doesn't know he could be a chef, seafood on the water, dark-paneled steak houses. Different places for different moods, different company, different purposes.I was at a place I like to go for lunch when I am by myself. Great food, busy enough to be private. " I stammered hopelessly. "You worthless little bitch! That does it!" She stormed toward me. There was no way to flee from her. I covered my face with my arms andsobbed anew. But she didn't go for my face. Her slap landed squarelybetween my legs. I doubled up with a sick groan. She wrenched one arm behind my back and twisted. A cold cuff went around my wrist. "Give me the other arm!" I did. "Why you thankless bitch! You broke a nail messing with that knot,trying to get away! . The temperature had cooled down, so I pulled a small blanket out of my bag I had packed for the trip. I covered myself and slept across the two seats on my side. The lights went out on the bus. At about 2am I was awoken on the bus by her little moans. I looked across the aisle. The couple was in the midst of all out sex. They had their backs to me. I could see Celina was pressed up against the bus window. Both her hands spread against the glass, her fingers wide. Her head rested sideways with.