He nods and drifts back down the bar. You sip your drink and stare at your reflection in the bar mirror. You don't look so bad, you decide, lean featu...ed and kind of dashing. Not bad for a guy who just turned thirty one. On the other hand, you decide, your life is kind of a train wreck right now.You moved to San Francisco a year ago, taking a job as a contributing editor with a small but growing magazine. It was a good gig, and you were doing some fine writing, and even finding time to work on. Although Maya had two children, who I sometimes baby sat for when she was desperate, you couldn’t tell from looking at her. Her hair was almost unnaturally black, and her coffee colored skin was flawless. And she had a classic hourglass figure—big tits, wide hips and a skinny waist. It was not surprising that I often saw men, in expensive cars, pull up in front of her house to take her out. That’s why I babysat for her kids when the dates came on short notice. As Maya approached me, I could. I was between her legs now, my nipples scraping over the hot soft puffy lips of her vagina; she spread her legs wider as she pulled her legs up toward her chest. She was open for me my tongue slipped between her inner and outer lips, occasionally sucking on the swollen lips, savouring my first taste of another woman; it was delicious, so feminine. I wanted to please her, but for a moment was unsure of being able to deliver the joy that she had given me, I only knew what my body liked. I. But as I was fantasizing abut an older man falling in love and having an obsession with me, that causes him to propose marriage, Jim came to my mind.Here is how it could happen: One day I am walking back to my break room to get my stuff after clocking out from work when I see Jim standing there. I am ecstatic but shocked. "I thought I'd never see you again," I'd say. "I need to talk to you, Chrissy," he responds a bit seriously. I usher him into my break room and shut and lock the door.Hungry.