Invitation For A Fuck
“So, what do you think? Should I buy the damn jeans?”
“Oh yes, definitely. They fit you like a . . . I mean, they show off
your figure to perfection.”
“You admire a classically voluptuous woman, do you? That being the case,
I’m pleased to meet you. I’m Fiona.”
She paid for the jeans, and we agreed to continue our discussion in a
more congenial setting. For example, over dinner.
“Best meal I’ve had in ages.” Well, not actually the best, but at least
as good as I’d gotten in the fast food joints where I’d been eating all
too often lately.