" My heart was racing as I said this, but I did not take my eyes from his."Better still! But don't hide behind everyone else. Tell me, what this sexy,... married, white woman needs." A stereotype. I need a stereotype." I whispered. He met my overtly racist comment with a smile."You're in luck. Now finish your drink." As we rotated back towards the bar, he pulled his stool closer to mine, and directed my hand into his lap."You're going to remember this stereotype." And he might be right. My hand. 'How can I help this morning, Miss Jones?' 'I was thinking about telling boys that when girls start to feel more attracted to a boy, they start dressing more sharply, so boys should recognise a girl doing this. Of course they need to know who she is more attracted to before doing anything silly.''Would you show this by dressing more sharply for that lesson, Miss Jones?''Yes, in fact I dressed more sharply today to see if you approve, Sir?''Your dress seems very professional Miss Jones.'So Miss. " "I guess not." "Well, what all did you tell John?" "Oh, he knows everything," I say without blinking. "What?!" she laughs, unsure if I'm serious or not. " Everything," I exaggerate. "I told him how incredible you look naked, and the way your body shakes after you cum," I whisper and wink at her. Chanel inhales through her open mouth. "Did you really?" I laugh out loud at how serious she sounds. "Of course not, are you high? I like you too much to have my friends knowing that shit.". "You look great, honey. Let's just get through this."Jenny turned like a zombie; picked up a menu and walked over to Sam. Unable to speak, she laid the menu in front of him. "What would you like to drink?" she stuttered robotically."You look absolutely stunning, Miss Sara." Sam meant it. He spread the white linen napkin on his lap and stared at her. His eyes fell to her breasts. He picked up the serrated steak knife; lifted it slowly and used it to raise the front edge of her bolero. The dress.