“Not really,” I replied. “What time is your practice?”“3:00pm.”“So we probably need to be at the university around 2:30pm?”“Yes, I t...hink that would be OK.”“How about visiting a museum or two, then having lunch in Vondelpark, then taking the tram to the University. After practice, we can go to dinner.”“That’s fine. How about the Rijksmuseum? There is a new wing with quite a few photographs from the 19th century.”“Sounds good!”“And no «frieten», right?”“As much as I would enjoy them, no, because. Different lately, but you’ve been there for me. Letting me move back in and putting up with Brian. And helping me when that was over. The least I can do is let you buy me expensive shellfish,” I reply with a smirk. He laughs and his eyes are the most happy I’ve seen them since I got home. We order our drinks and California rolls with fried rice. After a short lived wasabi contest and my jokes at the expense of his poor chopstick skills, I excuse myself for the restroom. I walk down the low lit. I turned my head away in shame and stared out the window for another stop or two. Another passenger moved by me, breaking me from my gaze and I involuntarily looked back in her direction to see her smirking at me yet again. This time I held my look a pause and caught her eyebrow raising slightly. Really? Could this beautiful, sexy woman really be interested in a shlub like me? I'm no beast, of course, but at 5'-10 and more than a few pounds overweight I'm certainly nothing to write home about.. It wasn't because I'd always had a fantasy of seeing her with someone else or because all of a sudden I had a raging hard on. No, I think it was the way that Barb was meekly doing what she was told. When the guy told her to suck his dick she went right to her knees and did it without one word of protest. That was definitely not the Barb that I knew. When we had sex it was a noisy, boisterous affair with each of us telling the other what we wanted and voicing encouragement. Here, Barb was quiet,.