And you are like what 187?” I asked. “And you remember that. I'm bigger than you,” Jeff replied. “Is that a threat?” I asked. “Well maybe ...it is. But I won't hurt my fiancé. She's too cute to hurt,” Jeff replied. Then I laughed a little. “And you better not forget that. I'm beautiful and hot, but I'm cute too,” I said. Then we eventually went into our bedroom. “What, you didn't like the table?” I asked. “Well the bed would be more comfortable for us I guess,” Jeff replied. Then he put me on the. ” I looked at him quizzically; he couldn’t possibly mean in here, could he? “Go to the restroom, go into one of the stalls, and remove both your bra and panties. Wrap them together and bring them to me.”“You’re nuts! In here?”“Just do it. You said you trusted me … besides, Lauryn, this is something my wife would love to do.”I was shaking my head, but I also realized I was sliding out of the booth. After I did as he asked, I was beet red as I walked back across the restaurant clutching the two. Good, not Detective Conners and his sidekick. The two morons whom I had planted on the concrete had lots of facial scrapes and bruises but nothing looked very serious, but I was certain that they would have really bad headaches in their immediate future.The detectives took all of our statements but our attackers wouldn’t say anything other than they were just driving by and had stopped to ask if we needed help. One detective was going through their wallets.“Hmmm, all 19 and 20 years old. Are. Do you have a fetish for violence or something? Because the first time we met you didn't spare a second glance at me, but as soon as I snap at you and threaten you your panties get wetter than an olympic swimmer." Esmeralda shrugged before answering "I have a thing for guys with balls of the Manly variety. Boys are not welcome. I thought we established that earlier, no?" "Well, I was blinded by rage one moment, and by lust right after so forgive me for not remembering." Esmeralda sighed before.