I saw a well dressed black man standing before me reaching out to shake my hand with a pearly white smile. Shaking hands, I nervously invited him in. ... offered him a drink from the mini bar and my wife asked for one as well. Both of them sat on the edge of the bed as I fixed their drinks and they started talking. As I turned to hand them their drinks, they were already locked in a passionate kiss. Chugging my drink in a single gulp, I sat in the chair and watched as he slowly and expertly. Anyway, she told herself, she had nothing to be ashamed of. She had an excellent body, slender, with good hips and a round behind, no scars, nice legs, and breasts that, while not huge, were pretty good sized and nicely shaped.She had a strong, squarish, determined face, one that denoted intelligence, and had thick, chestnut brown hair that hung down around her shoulders.No, her body was alright, though she still felt very strange having other people seeing it. She also felt strange seeing all. “What’s going on here?” He asked, seeing Scott’s haggard appearance. “I smell booze. You’ve been drinking, Warren?”“It’s cough medicine and other stuff, Sir. Scott told me he has the flu,” Brad motioned with a little nod for Scott to agree.“Sorry, Mr. Erickson. I knew I shouldn’t have come to the dance being so sick, but I didn’t want to disappoint my girlfriend,” he looked to Carrie.Bad offered his hand to help Scott stand up, and he was a little woozy for balance. Mr. Erickson looked at. It's not here." "Oh." Don't be so disappointed. He still might give it to you at the end ofthe night." Yes, I guess. You know that you could have worded that a little better." Sorry," Kristi responded as she recalled how she phrased her reassuringstatement. "Look, I have to go back to the table before he gets suspicious." Good luck." Thanks Kristi," Chris remarked as he hung up the phone. He turned andwalked back into the diner and hurried back to Brian. Brian looked up atChris and asked, "Who.