" Raquel said as she turned a page in the menu.Sophia resigned herself to looking over the menu. "I think I'm going to have some breakfast for lunch,"...she voiced.The waitress came and they ordered their meals. Raquel waited for them to be alone before trying to start a conversation. She thanked Sophia for taking the time to join her for lunch which, though it wasn't intended to, filled Sophia with the guilt of pushing her friend away. Then they discussed the nature of Sophia's break-up with. I saw on the floor a trail of rose petals. I know, a little clichéd, but sweet anyway. So, what the hell, I followed the petals into her bedroom, making sure to close and lock the door, of course. This was going to be my little game. No one else need apply. When I walked through her door I could see she had been, as most of us will be, a tad off in her description of herself. She was indeed blond, and she was quite luscious looking, but she had a few extra pounds. What the fuck! I loved me some. He would start showing off his monster through his shorts if he got there attention watching him flipping it around he would slowly closing the space between him and his pray. He would watch there eyes if they continued to be fixed on his trouser snake he would if he had shorts on let the monster slid out and down his leg. If they didn't stop him he would ease a little closer giving them a show messaging shaking his big meat putting on a show till he was right in front and if they didn't reach. "The man smiled wickedly. "You're definitely my kind of boss." Afterthinking about what he wanted for only a brief moment, he began todescribe the woman he wanted. "I'd like her to be young - why don'twe say early twenties - I've always wanted to be a cradle robber.She should be a blonde with hair that flows straight down to the topof her ass. Let her have sky blue eyes. She should be gorgeous pastdescription. And she should be built like one of those proverbialbrick shithouses I've heard about.