For one moment with her, he would give everything, and anything. He would give up all of his tomorrows for just one kiss. There was guilt. He felt gui...ty because he couldn’t give her everything she deserved. He wasn’t free to walk up to her and wrap his arms around her, stare into those eyes, and whisper, ‘I love you, baby.’ Left was his past. Right was his future. That’s how it felt as he looked at the green highway sign a hundred yards or so ahead. He thought of the trunk and his suitcase.. And my date would get glances anywhere, both from women and from any guy with a bisexual tendency.At the table, the waitress came over and we both ordered another wine, and ordered our meals at the same time. I was starved myself (the cum I drank earlier was a lot less calories than I burned getting it into my belly), so I ordered Eggplant Rollatine, which came with a side of pasta and the endless salad - and he just ordered a large Caesar salad. As we waited for the food, we talked a little. If you looked real quick at Sharon, you would think she was another of those rich-bitch kids from the white-man high school on Main Street, but a closer look would reveal the fact she was a definite mixed-blood youngster with hints of African and Asian heritage around her eyes and her full lips heavy with promise of pleasures most white girls only see in their dreams.“Now that the deal is made, I expect you to follow orders, young lady!”Sharon looked at the short, overweight older man with the. She brought me coffee a while later and we sat there on the floor drinking it as her hand came to rest on my ankle, not a lot but, still, noticeable by a man who hasn't had a girlfriend in a while. When we finished, she gave my leg a soft squeeze and got up and took our cups away.She had told me the day before that she wanted to make lunch for us which I thought was sweet and just after noon, she came and got me and took me in the kitchen and sat me at the table while she brought everything.