(BTW, the grouper…holy cow…)“So, who’s this ‘Zoey’ of yours? Huh? Little bottle rocket of a girl huh?” Austin said with a wink as he sli...ped out of his shirt. I rolled my eyes.“She’s my ex. First girlfriend. You can see why we aren’t together.” I said, as I tried to forget once more that entire relationship. Austin walked over, looking in the mirror, checking out his tan, or so I thought. “Yeah, no kidding” he said, punching the air, like I would have loved to do her a few times that night.. He then formally introduced himself and only we both spoke. He gave his CV and all his body language, his tone and use of language was all very nervous. That usually happens when people come to me for some favour. While she stuck to her usual smiling face.After formally talking, i then switched to her by asking how was he now at home? was he okay? He quickly interfered and told sorry to her and even apologised for bringing the issue to me and showered multiple thanks. I asked him to only thank. He was a handsome man, with a strong square jaw. His lips were full and sexy, and his ass had filled out his uniform pants very nicely.As he laughed at something the older woman said, he glanced my way. I had been noticing each glance he stole. They were becoming more frequent. And even though he was trying to hide the fact, it was apparent his gaze was locked on my tits each time.A soft ding sounded and the seatbelt sign turned off. He looked my way again and I turned slightly, waiting for his. A thousand Philippine Pesos. We meet her in front of Gerry's Grill again. We all like to eat there and so why not!Mila is tall! Wow, she is five foot five! But that's because her mother is full Chinese. We can tell just by looking at her that she is mestiza (mixed race). Jakes thinks she's ganda (beautiful), Gel and I don't think so. She has a pango (flat or stub) nose, just like us and she is brown, just like us. We had this argument with Jake. He says we are racists and that we don't like our.