He spoke quietly, making her lean forward slightly against the table to hear, “I’m pretty sure I’d break them, they’re skinny like sticks, who... wouldn’t prefer someone with a few curves here and there?”Faith tilted her head some and raised her hand to tuck a few stray hands of her auburn red hair behind an ear as she sat back up, she was wearing it in a ponytail, but the action was habit to her. “Well… I do have a curve or two…” she admitted, and it was no lie. She was a full figured girl and. He pulled away from her and whispered, “If there weren’t so many people around, I’d fuck you right now.” She pulled his face towards her again and murmured against his lips, “Who says I’d object?” He smiled at her in the dim light and she felt her tummy flip over. He reached for her again and cupped her face in a gentle hand, then lightly kissed her on the forehead. She sighed and once again felt the increasing heat pulsing through her. Leaving the museum they discovered that it had started to. She felt stiff."You okay, Sweetie?" I asked, holding her loosely.The stiffness disappeared and she went limp. She buried her face in the valley between my neck and shoulder and began to shake. I was at a loss. So I did the easiest thing, which was to just hold her and keep quiet."I don't know what to do," she said, her voice muffled.I had been stroking her back unconsciously and tightened my hold, moving my hand up to her neck, which I caressed."Oh, Gerry," she went on, "I don't know how to be. It was twelve o’clock on the dot and there he sat, nervously tearing at the paper napkin. Quirking an eyebrow I made my way to him. With out saying anything I simply sat down and looked at him. The man was pleasing to look at, he was probably six feet- I couldn’t really tell since he was sitting down- with broad shoulder, his hair was sandy blond that curled around his face, his lips were average with the bottom slightly larger then the top. His eyes were wide as they looked at me, but very.