Why don't we go get a pizza then you can take me shopping for my formal gown after we eat." Sounds good," Brad replied and with that they got in Steff...e's red convertible mustang and drove to the pizza place.Steffie and Brad shared a large pizza with all the meats and a pitcher of beer. They ate laughed and talked for about 75 minutes then Steffie drove to the boutique to find her dressAfter about 10 minutes of looking Steffie found the perfect one. "I gotta have it," she said smiling."Good. He knew if he walked up to her in the street and said "hi, I am Gordon, your hotmail secret admirer", she would run a mile, or at least slap his face and walk off. Even if she stopped and talked politely, the extraordinary rapport that he had somehow built up with her over the internet could not survive such a meeting. No, if he was to meet her, it must be in some sort of disguise, so he could preserve his Secret Admirer identity unaffected.He could try the night club thing again, just pretend. She sat semi-upright against the bed’s headboard. In her right hand was a crystal water goblet full of red wine. Dangling diamond earrings hung on her ears. Her dark hair was collar length and tucked behind them.She didn’t forget her fuck-me heels either. She spread her legs wide and dug her heel points into the bed. One red, one black. They accentuated her off-key elegance. The spread legs highlighted a newly shaved vajayjay.Of course, the shoes didn’t go together. That was the point. Like. Then Zeca came to pick her up. She had rescheduled him from the evening to the afternoon and instead of spending the night with him she enjoyed a wonderful afternoon in his bed.Gabriella went to the beach in Ipanema, only a couple of blocks from her apartment. She had a fixed spot which she visited regularly, where she was a frequent customer of the coconut-water seller and where her friends knew to find her. As she freshened up her suntan, Ricardo stopped by. Ricardo was one of the men she.