They had sat at the bar, drinking and talking. xxx18 So every Saturday and Sunday
we would meet at the breakfast table. “Jeans and a t-shirt are not the proper attire for our trip today. I pulled my shirt off over my head and spun towards her. The kind of thing I would wear to work. She had plenty to say about the details of the date though. “But button that bottom one up, honey. We were both early risers. Over the last couple of days I had not actually seen her that
much. “They look great, you look great.” She took a second to look herself up and down in the mirror,
turning to see from behind. You find a shirt; I’m going to go
get dressed.” She stood and walked toward her room, as she passed me
