Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
I cannot promise that - not on CF!And no one Barb was harmed in the process.
Dream Date 2
“Signore e Signorina, you are too kind. It has been our pleasure to serve such a lovely and knowledgeable sposi, a couple! May I tell the valet to bring your car?”
“Thank you. Yes.” I stood and hastened to help Barb from her chair. Holding hands, we walked to the door.
I am sure that many of you expect that the next scene would be postprandial sex, with Barbara paying for the meal with a mind-blowing session of sexual abandon. Shame on you for thinking so little of her (and, for that matter, of me). A genuinely confident woman does not accept the idea that food instead of money somehow serves to legitimize prostitution.
It was only our first date, and my respect for this remarkable woman and her well-justified sense of self-worth precluded any such crass conclusion to what had already been a magical evening.
I drove Barbara home and walked her to her door. I shall not deny that her devastating figure, ethereal beauty, and sparkling personality tempted me sorely to take advantage of the situation. But temptation can be resisted. As we said goodnight, Barb leaned over and gave me a chaste kiss on the cheek. I swear to you that I found that as stimulating and enjoyable as would be any thrusting of tongues down each other's throat!
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