She told me to be ready at 7pm and she will come pick me up for dinner.Her 7 series BMW pulled up to my apartment at 7:18. If I though Meg was classy ...hot before, she was now scotching classy hot. She had on a mini skirt that was still classy and not trashy that showed most of her thighs as she sat in the drivers sit. The flawless skin of her golden thighs, her cleavage in her sleeveless blouse, her perfume and the seductive smile on her face when I could not stop staring as I got in the car was. I am also gettingmore comfortable with leaving my condo dressed as Erika. So I textedWayne back and told him that a movie sounded great, followed by a happyface.So now that I know what we are doing it was a bit easier to decide onan outfit, I say a bit easier because as every woman knows it's toughto decide on what to wear on a date night. I decided to go with myskinny jeans to show off that girlie ass I've been working on. I wasalso going to wear my bright pink high heel pumps, they have a. .. Over and over again.“You have received a message from...” “Brent”. “Hello Lainey, this is Brent. I’m a 50 year old White man from (an area close by). You sound delightful. What are you up to this evening?”. “Well this sounds too good to be true” I thought. “What’s wrong with this one?” I laughed to myself. I replied. “Not much! Just bored. New to the system. How about you?” I sent my reply and waited. Wading through the quagmire of guys who couldn’t have cared less about what I was looking. If you’ve ever studied any body discipline - Gymnastics, Karate, Ballroom Dancing. It’s especially upsetting when your body quits listening to you. Don’t get me wrong, at the moment, It’s more like I’m about 1 beer shy of a snootful. Tipsy, but not sloppy drunk. Typing is becoming a bitch as well. I’ve had to start using a cane for my own safety as I never know when this shit will start or stop.My family told me that my spoken vocabulary has drifted to that of a child’s. I hadn’t noticed and.