We started to head for the car until she said “You want to get food before we go back to Grandmas?” I answered “Sure would love to my treat thou...gh”.Cassie looked and laughingly said “Well cuz you know I’m good with that hehehe.” Her laugh was so soft and sweet, nothing like the girl I used to know that was a tell tale and crybaby. So we got to the local Denny’s and place our orders promptly. The place was dead, not many people about so we sat in a back corner table. A nice quiet two person. Her waist was small and her legs were slim. She had almost no backside at all. She smiled at him and he returned her smile. She turned and spoke rapidly to Juan. ‘She want to know who make the soup,’ Juan translated. ‘I did,’ Trent admitted. ‘Marie spoke to Juan again and Juan responded, then turned to look at Trent again. ‘You wife, maybe, or girlfriend?’ Juan asked. ‘Maybe she cooks this?’ ‘No, no wife, no girlfriend, I cook it myself,’ Trent smiled. Marie smiled and blushed. She would not. And in front of two other guys, no less. And come back for more! Again and again. At twenty-five, Chance looked younger than his years, but the years had not been kind. Far from it. He was a loser when it came to the ladies. Christ, he once said to his image in the bathroom mirror, I couldn’t get laid in a cathouse with a fist full of hundred dollar bills! It was true, he couldn’t. For how many females are out there, who would want to fuck a cadaver? A ghostly white, even vampire white,. "He's got some woman problems. I told him I knew a man that might be able to help. You," she said, tapping me on the chest with her folded fan and smiling."Women? I don't know anything about women," I told her."Obviously," she said, "but get over there and do what you can for him. He's alone with seven or eight women, and it's driving him mad."Since I owed the good lady for many favors, and since I was curious, I went. Her nephew turned out to be a man of middle years and more-than-adequate.