"You know, Mark, I am so lucky to have a daughter like Debbie. She spoils me every chance she gets and is always worrying and fussing over me." From w...at Debbie has told me, you do the same with her. Sounds like you are both lucky to have each other. And I am lucky to have found such wonderful hostesses." Mark was sincere and the women knew it. Debbie was looking at him lustfully again, but stopped before her mother noticed."What are your plans for the day, Mark?" asked Rita. "I only ask. Suddenly there was a rattling on the door and it opened with a crash. Isabel was standing there giggling, a little worse for wear, if Melissa was allowed to have an opinion. She looked at her mistress. Isabel smiled at her. “Go on in,” she said, as she stepped to one side and made way for her friend to enter the house. Melissa started to cover up, it was an automatic reaction. “Don’t be shy,” said Isabel, “come here.” Melissa walked towards Isabel. She was dressed exactly to the instructions.. It’s going to be a long night. I know what I need to do. “Patrick… in the spirit of transparency and honesty, I think I should tell you something… about Marc.” His smile drops as he removes his hand from my leg and he briefly runs it through his hair. Shaking his head a little, he asks, “Oh shit… do I want to know?” Quickly wanting to dispel what he might be imagining, I blurt out, “We didn’t sleep together!” I feel like I shouted it loud enough for the whole restaurant to hear, but no one. She could tell that he was watching her, and not in a "gotta help the customers" type of way either. Jamie could just imagine him licking his lips, and shuddered at the thought of her getting hit on. "Can I help you?" She heard, and forced a smile onto her face. "Right on cue." She mumbled, then turned around. She could see allot more features in his face, the brown eyes, the dark brown hair, and was almost tempted to comment about the amount of cologne he was using, before shaking her head..