The waitress came over to take our order and we hadn't even looked at the menu yet. We asked her to come back in a couple of minutes and then stopped ...ur gabbing to see what we wanted. As we were looking I slipped off my shoe and let my foot wander to her leg. I started playing footsie with her and she kind of gasped at the initial contact, but then peeked over her menu and winked at me. We continued to rub feet and only stopped when the waitress came back to take our orders. I, of course,. While I filled the basket, I noticed a pretty faced young lady who kept looking at me. She wore a name plate, and when I approached the register, I saw the name on it.You guessed it. The name plate read “Eva Sorensen”. Now I knew why she looked familiar. Christina had the same eyes and nose, and the same blonde hair. But what a change from the emaciated wreck we had met nine years ago!Eva Sorensen was nervous under my gaze.“Hello, Mr. Heinen,” she almost whispered.I nodded.“Hello, Miss. That she had begun to believe was an imaginary beast akin to a unicorn, but a girl who was dialing OH! on the pink telephone could imagine unicorns, as long as she didn’t imagine doing naughty things with the equine sort. She almost snorted in laughter as she lost concentration, her body was still humming and her pussy was awash with lubricant indicating a successful (thus far) session. She was about to go back to her entertainment of the afternoon when the phone rattled the dresser again.Two. “It is almost six o’clock.”I groaned and said, “It is too damn early to be up. Come back to bed and I will make it worth your time,” patting the bed beside me.“We will have time for play after we stop tonight, and besides, we just played,” Dak told me as he grabbed some clean clothes, heading to take a quick shower.“Dakota,” I called, “when do you have to be in New Mexico?”“By next Monday,” he answered stopping by the bathroom door. “Why?”“That is almost a week away so we have time to play some.