Kristen had laid out a spareDonny's Tavern uniform for me while I was in the shower. The outfitconsisted of an extremely stretchy green t-shirt, smal...l white shorts,and a little black half-apron. The shirt and shorts were tight-fittingand obviously designed to show off the waitress's figures, but coverage-wise they were still a big step up from the tube top ensemble I'd beenstuffed into last night, and I put them on without too much reluctance.Next, I moved on to search Mimi's footwear. The shirt fit across my chest pretty well but not to the point of looking like I might pop a button. She had said she would make the reservations for seven that night and I asked her what kind of car she would be driving so I could find her in the parking lot and walk in with her. She liked that and told me she had a black Toyota Camry. I had told her I was in a Suzuki XL-7 which was a two tone, black and grey. Finally the time arrived and after a long hot bath and shave I was ready to go. I. She gently lowered her torso by shifting her weight to her elbows and rested her head upon her forearms. Now her arse stood higher than her shoulders, and the rest of her. Not content, Vasu asked her to lift her buttocks higher. She did. “Higher,” he said to her, “you can make it go still higher.” My mother took in a deep breath. Then, straining as much as that she could, she lifted her arse up and up, and still up, her supple backbone making a very steep curve to her shoulders. Now her chandi. My desk and bookcase are equally neat and tidy. I have grown to like that since stopping all this nonsense with drinking like there’s no tomorrow.Despite it being late at night, I am in a pair of jeans and a nice blouse. I guess I’m ready in case one of my friends comes to call and wants to chat. That didn’t happen the week before or even the one before that but I keep hoping. I guess it is kind of pathetic in a way to be waiting for friends instead of going out there and finding some. I was.