He took note of the empty chairs but then saw the shrimp curry and smiled. Nothing made him happier and hornier than shrimp curry and rice. He had a n...ew edition of Black Men on White Chicks version 999 incase that didn’t work. Dinner was done in no time, too. Soon, dishes were being put into the washer, and then the washer was rumbling. And then the ritual door closing and then the bed creaking. A room down from his, Aditi wondered if ‘dinner’ even got time to settle before her husband started. I pull away and begin the task of removing your clothes. You are in your work clothes and I quickly unfasten each of the buttons and toss your shirt aside. Next I tug on your t-shirt to release it from your pants. My hands burn your flesh with the passion that emanates from the fingertips. Slowly tracing your chest, I push your shirt higher and higher until I must pull it over your head. Instead of pulling your arms out, I keep them constrained in the material and press my body close to yours. I try calling this girl a few times in the following days but it's alwaysbusy. I can't text her either. It must be a fake number. This alwayshappens. I guess you can consider me bitter, or cynical but I don't reallytrust women. I've been friend zoned and rejected a lot and I'm sick of it.Sometimes when I'm bored I go online and troll people. I've never had anyluck with dating sites, Derek actually says the few women he's met havebeen through dating sites but that once he meets them in person he. A couple minutes later Stacie Thompson showed up with Ed in tow. They sat down with Penny and me. Carload by carload the football players, cheerleaders and friends filtered in.Our group enjoyed our dinner, rehashed yesterday's game, teased each other and enjoyed the companionship. Most everyone praised Ed's and Drew's performance the previous night. Stacie obviously was hot for Ed. She spent half of dinner with a hand on Ed's lap. It was funny watching the expression on his face and the way he.