"My name is Dominica. What's yours?" Dan." He couldn't seem to come up with more to say."Well, Dan," Dominica said, "I couldn't help noticing you from...over there." She set Her wineglass down, and began opening Her purse, still holding his gaze. "I was watching you." Watching me," he replied. Not quite a question."Yes, how you were drinking your wine." She slowly pulled a pair of elbow-length latex gloves out of Her purse. Dan's gaze caught a flash of light off the slick, black rubber. "How you. Michael couldn't take his eyes off her, his head fuzzy. He didn't even try to resist. A hardon, clearly forming in his pants.Slowly her hands moved down to her tight tummy, and then to her skirt. She unzipped her skirt, and it to fell to the floor.Last was her lacy red panties, and as she leaned foward to take them off her breasts stood almost in his face. She stood up, their eyes locking and her bee stung lips smiled.She herself was just as foggy as he. A small part of her trying to escape.. .. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but every time I fart, it sounds like the word HONDA”. “That’s interesting, never heard of anything like that before. Do you think you could fart for me?” says the doctor. The guy says “Sure.” And sure enough, the doctor hears “HONDA”. After several attempts to figure out what’s wrong with this guy, the doctor runs out of ideas. He sends him to all sorts of stomach specialists and none of them can figure out why this guys farts say “HONDA.” It is a. Gives all the flavors time to mix."We went and sat on the sofa. She picked up her laptop and opened the screen, looking at me. "I'm looking at the weather," she said. "The way it looks, we might be able to make a run down to your home this weekend." Giggle. "We need to stock up on sausage anyway." You sure you're up to it?" I asked."Not like we're gonna walk there," she smiled. "600 miles. That's a nice flight. And if you're really nice to me, I might let you fly some of it."I stuck my tongue.