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Jolene's been waiting for her date to show up, but no sign of them. But, a mysterious gentleman named Cliff swoops in at the last minute. Is this a fated meeting between these two?
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Zoe's first victim to the Legion is none other than the bane of the apartment complex, Cassandra. Time for Zoe to have her sweet, delicious revenge
Zoe starts to come to terms to her new role as Queen. And her first act as queen is to find a host for her parasite, and she has just the target in mind.
Zoe had a wonderful life! That was until everything just went wrong. No relationship, no job, and most of her stuff got stolen. Zoe finds herself the Queen of a host of mind-controlling parasites. And she figures it's about time that she takes her life back and more.
Welcome to America's Sexiest Gameshow! Where your ass and more can win cash as long as you're willing! We got three amazing contestants here to win prizes. So, let's see what challenges we can put them through, what truths they will reveal, and how many times we can make the audience cum! This... is Truth! Dare! And Derriere!
Peter and his family were having the ideal vacation, away from the hustle and bustle. However, that wouldn't last long as an alien interrupts their time and takes over his father and his sister! Now, with his mother, the two of them have to manage having an alien taking over half of their family as they try to figure out a solution while hiding the truth from any nosy neighbors.
Olivia hasn't been able to be satisfied by her husband for a while. He's just not big enough for her needs. Maybe Vic, who they find online, can help them out.
Becca recently joined a lesbian wrestling association where will fight women in a 4 round contest. Each round ends after an opponent is pinned, knocked out, submits, orgasms, or is stuck in a humiliating hold for 20 seconds. Knock outs are worth 2 points while pins, submissions, orgasms, and humilation holds are worth 1. Wrestlers are also able to gain multiple points in a round if the wrestler decides they don't want to reset to their corner yet. If the points are tied after 4 rounds then there will be a tie breaker that is first to make the opponent orgasm wins.
Becca's heart raced as she heard the news of the challenge. She had never faced a Handicap 2 vs 1 match before, let alone against two curvy twins who were known for their dominating tactics. Despite her initial apprehension, she couldn't resist the thrill of the challenge and the opportunity to prove herself against such formidable opponents.
Becca entered the ring first, walking out in black booty shorts, with some of her ass hanging out the back, and a red sports bra, that contains her C cup breast. As she walks down the ramp enjoying the crowds reaction to her entrance, she gets into the ring and sets up in her corner waiting for her opponents.
Once their theme song comes on, Stacie and Gracie, known as the Seductresses, emerge in their gold g-string bikinis that compliment their huge assests as their butts are hanging out of their g-string and their DD cup breast spill out of the small bikini tops they have on. As they make their way down to the ring they strut down the ramp teasing the crowd and Becca with their swaying breast.
Once they make it to the ring both Stacie and Gracie stradle the middle rope and start twerking on it which draw catcalls from the crowd.
Once they both are in the ring they make their way over to Becca which each girl grabing hold of one of Becca's arms and hold them in between their huge breasts. While Beccas arms are restrained Gracie starts whispering in Becca's ear, "Be sure not to orgasm too fast." Then in her other ear Bracie says, "We like to make sure the crowd gets to enjoy to match just as you will."
After Bracie and Gracie are done teasing Becca they …
It's not easy to bargain with demons, which Eddie discovers the hard way after he escapes death by trading his soul to the demon Azir, a handsome and charming resident of Hell. Azir promises to return Eddie's soul in exchange for allowing demons the use of his body for their own amusement. It's the last deal he wants to make, but if he wants to save his soul, it may be his only choice.
There are many common-sense rules to live by, and I just managed to break three of them in one go: never wear black when walking at night, never cross against a red light, and never make a deal with the devil. So, there I am, lying in the street, the taste of blood in my mouth as I struggle to draw breath, and this guy walks up and looks down at me. He seemed like a normal guy, except for the absolute lack of any kind of human compassion in his eyes. He stared at me like I was some bug he couldn’t care less about stepping on.
“Boy, are you in a pickle or what?” he said, crouching down beside me. “That is a lot of blood. And I’m no expert on human anatomy, but I don’t think your arms and legs are supposed to bend like that. But I guess bouncing off a windshield, a telephone pole, and the street will do that to you.” He leaned closer, a flickering light dancing in the depths of his dark eyes. “You’re dying, Eddie. Can you feel it? Your life fading with each desperate beat of your heart?”
I wasn’t sure which was more frightening, that I could feel it, or that he knew my name.
“Are you ready to die, Eddie?” he asked. “In about two minutes, your heart will stop and your brain will cease to function, and you will find out what, if anything, waits for you on the other side. Are you ready for that? Or do you want to live?”
I tried to answer, but it came out as a sob, bloody bubbles flecking my lips.
“I can save you,” the strange man whispered, holding his hand out to me. …
Judy is an isolated shut-in who freezes up during any real-time social interation. She's worked from home her entire life, just getting by on the jobs that require no direct contact, but despite her excellent work, her inability to participate in calls is threatening her work. Now her one remaining major client is at risk unless she shows up to a meeting with his bosses in person! What should she do?
Judy didn’t know what to do.
It was a state of mind she was very familiar with, though that really only made her feel worse. A lifetime of anxiety-induced indecision and a paralysing fear of social interaction had seen her grow from a withdrawn and nebbish child into the adult life of a reclusive shut-in.
It was only thanks to the miracles of the modern age that she was able to find work on a freelance basis with mixed media - graphic design, sound design, programming - instead of simply wasting away in an attic somewhere.
She wasn’t stupid (though anyone would have struggled to convince her of this): She had a keen eye, a deft hand and a knack for problem-solving, so long as the problem could be expressed in a short email or project brief. If only she could maintain her composure when faced with… well, another person’s face, she might have become quite successful in life. As it was, any work that required an in-person meeting or even so much as a video call caused her to shut down in such a way that she couldn’t even bring herself to decline the invitation. The resulting reputation for ghosting had hurt her job prospects, and she realised that if she didn’t do something drastic, the work might dry up entirely.
Right now she had one major client that hadn’t yet written her off as a lost cause, but she could tell it was a close thing. Her work until recently had been very well received, but her contact there had recently been promoted to project manager and he had been determined to pull her up with him, despite her protests.
“It’s my supervisor,” one of his earlier messages read. “Several supervisors, to be honest. They’re refusing to believe …
Gemma signs up to be a test subject in a ‘Temporary Human Neuroengineering Trial’ that’s a little bit hazy on the details. It turns out a new neural transmitter and receiver pair are being tested, which allows somebody to experience all the sensations from, and control all the inputs to, somebody else’s body. Unfortunately for Gemma, she’s the receiver, and it really does feel like she’s still the one in control…
“Test Number One, beginning!”The voice came out of a small loudspeaker on the wall across from me. I didn’t know exactly what was being tested, but I figured it had something to do with the injection they’d given me when I first arrived.My name is Gemma, and I’m just broke enough that getting paid $500 to be a subject in a ‘Temporary Human Neuroengineering Trial’ was pretty damn appealing.I’d followed a listing on the student board all the way to this dingy room in the back of the nanotech building, where some excited postgraduates had made me sign a consent form and explained that they couldn’t explain anything before the experiment started. Then they stabbed me in the arm with a needle and left. Really helpful.I deduced it had something to do with the new nanobots the faculty had been working on. These microscopic machines could be put into a syringe and injected into mice, where their nervous system could be stimulated directly by a human wearing an EEG or something. I’d seen videos on instagram of the mice being made to run around mazes and do things they couldn’t have figured out so quickly on their own. I found that stuff super fascinating. Were they going to get me to control a mouse with my own set of nanobots? Or would they try to get my arm to jerk under somebody else's control, like that BrainNet/TMS experiment back in 2019? That would be kinda hot. I shivered and felt myself get a little bit aroused.I looked down and briefly cupped my boobs with my hands, a little gasp coming out of my mouth. Then I snapped my head up and stared at the wall across from me, throwing my hands down to the sides. …
Matt stumbles upon a ring that lets him possess people. Heavily inspired by the writing.com story The Possession Spell, but nerfed so the one with the power isn't in absolute control of everything.
My name's Matt. That day was meant to be just another day.. but it turned very weird, and very interesting.It would have been about 5pm when I walked into my apartment. It was convenient, since it was close enough to college, yet wasn't super expensive or loud. Plus I could walk to all the fun parties.Anyway, I walked in to see my girlfriend, Mira, sitting on the couch. I always thought she was cute in an exotic way - she was short, petite, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was half Japanese, which is why I think I found her so attractive. Today, she was looking at me in a very unusual way. Not like her at all."Hey... Matt" she said hesitantly. Oh shit, I thought. Was she breaking up with me?"Hi?" I said carefully."So I have something to tell you..." Shit. It's really happening. I think she saw the look on my face, and quickly added "Oh no don't worry, nothing is wrong. We're still good. It's just... this is so weird."Relieved, I approached her and noticed she was wearing a ring. She never wore jewelry like that. "So, nice ring..." I said."Yeah that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Actually..." she started, getting up and walking over to me. I walked closer and took her hand. She flinched as I began to examine the ring, still on her finger. As I went to pull it off... "No!"The ring was half off, and I felt a force - not unlike a blast of wind - hit me. "Fine!" I slipped the ring back on... and blacked out.---I awoke in bed a short while later. Mira was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with …
An outcast dragon in the middle of mating season, Myr seeks relief in the only place he can find it -- with humans. Using his powers of mental persuasion, he compels a young woman into the forest and uses her to satisfy his burning desires.
It’s hard to be alone. There’s no one to tell you simple things, like why dragons don’t like the snow. It’s not that we have anything against snow—it’s pretty, all shiny white, and it makes the neatest crunching sounds under our feet. It’s that the shit is cold. And dragons don’t do well in the cold. I learned that the hard way.
It was autumn when I crossed the mountains. I think that’s the only reason I survived. The snow had receded to the highest peaks and the shadiest valleys, and I was at the crest before I discovered my error. I stood, staring down into a beautiful, green valley, full of rivers and trees and small villages, and—most importantly—no sign of another dragon. It was paradise. And the only thing between me and the respite I desperately needed, was a north-facing slope covered in deep snow and broken ice fields.
The ice was easy enough to navigate. My talons pierced the glassy surface and kept me from sliding, but the cold burned up through the scales of my feet, stealing the heat out of my legs. My muscles began to cramp. Then I hit the snow, my feet breaking through the icy crust and plunging into the wet slush beneath. I could literally feel the warmth bleeding out of my body, each step slower and more laborious than the last, my heart rate dropping to one or two beats a minute.
It was all I could do to keep moving. I just wanted to lie down and sleep, but I knew if I did, I’d never wake up again. Old dragons sometimes bruminate in ice caves, their body temperature dropping to just a few degrees above freezing, sleeping for a hundred years or more, but I was not …
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Jolene's been waiting for her date to show up, but no sign of them. But, a mysterious gentleman named Cliff swoops in at the last minute. Is this a fated meeting between these two?
Jolene picked up the menu and looked over the specials of the day for the sixth time, or was it the eighth time? She had started to lose track of how many times she could read about the grilled steak served with a potato glaze and cooked in a red wine, whatever that meant. Apparently it was a dish that was created when the head chef swapped bodies with the janitor and allowed them to make a meal, becoming a large hit for the restaurant. Her eyes darted across the table to where an untouched menu remained sitting on the table, exactly where the hostess had placed it down. Her eyes moved up to the empty chair that sat on the other side of the table, still waiting for a warm body to sit down.
“Ma’am.” The voice of the waiter started Jolene as she jumped a little in her seat. Part of her hoped that it had been who she was waiting for, only to have been dashed away. “Would you like a little more time to consider your options?” The waiter, not so subtly, gestured to the empty chair.
“Just a little bit more,” Jolene said as she feigned her best smile.
The waiter nodded and walked away to other tables. Jolene could hear the other patrons murmur whispers to each other about her. She wanted to slink away and hide in the bathroom until the end of time. She could feel all the eyes that were on her. Maybe no one would notice if she just left. Jolene reached for her phone to look at the time. About 15 minutes past when the reservation was, and about 30 minutes since the time that Jolene had arranged to meet. Maybe it would be better to cut her losses.
“Ma’am,” the waiter said as they approached the table again. “I’m going to have to ask you to order something soon, or we have to give up your table to someone else.”
“That’s fine,” Jolene said as she slung her purse over her shoulder and tapped onto the edge of the glass of water she was provided. “I was just about to-”
“Oh, hey, there you are.”
Just before Jolene was about to get up, a blond haired man sat down on the other side of the table. He loosened up his green tie. “Oh good, the waiter is already here. Can I get a bottle of white rose wine?”
The waiter looked over to Jolene, confused and waiting for Jolene’s response. Jolene looked the man up and down before sitting back down. “I think that a bottle of white rose wine would be lovely.” The waiter nodded and walked away from the table, muttering something under their breath.
“You would not believe just how terrible the traffic on the 63 is,” the man said as he relaxed into his chair. “I should have taken the North End exit but I thought the 63 would have been faster.”
Jolene set down her purse as she looked the man up and down. “Well, it can get very busy around this time of the day.” She extended out her hand to the man. “Well stranger, I guess since you’re going to be joining me for a meal, I better know your name.”
The man nodded and took Jolene’s hand. He leaned down and kissed the back of it. “My name is Cliff. Cliff Buckner. And to whom do I have the honor of sharing this meal with?”
Jolene smiled at Cliff. “Jolene Garcia,” Jolene said as she chuckled and pulled her hand back. She looked Cliff up and down. “Well, you’re certainly not who I was expecting.”
“Oh, and who were you expecting?” Cliff asked as he looked over the menu. “Some dashing rogue to step in and sweep you off your feet?”
“Well, I was expecting that I’d be having dinner with a beautiful lady who was supposed to show up about half an hour ago,” Jolene sighed. “But, I guess she never showed up.”
“I can’t imagine the reason why someone would pass up the opportunity to spend time with you,” Cliff said as he took a sip of his water. “But, I am thankful that she gave me the opportunity.”
The waiter returned with a bottle of white rose wine and two glasses, pouring the drinks for the two of them. “Now, may I take your orders?” The waiter had the hint in their voice that they were a little tired of asking repeatedly.
“Two orders of the daily special,” Jolene said before Cliff had a chance to respond.
The waiter nodded and took the menus and headed off.
“What if I didn’t want the special?” Cliff asked.
“You’re the one who came in and ordered the drinks for us. I figured then that this makes us even,” Jolene said, smirking as she took a sip of her glass. “Oh, this is good.” She set the glass down and swirled it before looking at Cliff. “So, been anyone fun recently?”
Cliff chuckled as he took a swig of wine. “Do all your dates start with such hard hitting questions?”
“Only the ones who catch me last minute,” Jolene said, grinning. “Now, have you been anyone fun recently, Cliff?”
Cliff sat back in his chair and stroked his chin. “Well, a few days ago, I was Gordon Van Kimmer. Was able to play a mean basketball game for a charity stream. Then a couple weeks prior to that, I had to give a lecture as Miss Beatly about fire safety.”
“Wait, so that was you?” Jolene chuckled. “I thought your mannerisms were a little familiar. Now I know what I know you from. You got quite a little bit of fame from your video, huh?”
“Oh, it wasn’t that popular,” Cliff chuckled as he swirled around his glass. “But enough about me. Tell me more about yourself, Jolene. Who have you been lately?”
“Oh, it wouldn’t be that interesting,” Jolene said as she curled her hair around her finger. “Nothing compared to what you’ve been up to.”
“Try me.”
“Fine,” Jolene said as she huffed. “Last Tuesday, I swapped bodies with major league pitcher Jack Franks.”
“Are you kidding me? I won a bet because of you!” Cliff laughed, his head thrown back as he pounded his fist on the table.
“Great. Then you can pay for dinner,” Jolene said with another sly smile as she sipped more wine.
Cliff stopped laughing as he looked at her before smiling. “Well, I guess you got me there.” He resumed laughing before composing himself. “So, who was the best person you’ve ever swapped bodies with?”
Jolene pondered to herself as she thought about the answer. “I would have to say the time that I loaned my body out to a Body Flipper.”
“You’ve tried them out?”
“Believe me, I was hesitant at first. Granted, I wouldn’t have minded being Natasha for the rest of my life. She had one tight ass,” Jolene said, humming as she thought about it. “But, lo and behold, one month later, she had my apartment all fixed up, made a good plan for my health, and even helped burn down a few pounds. Totally worth the price.”
“I always thought about using a Body Flipper, but I could never afford someone like that,” Cliff said, chuckling. “Plus, it wouldn’t matter if they made the perfect plan to lead me to being richer than Bezos. I’d probably fall off the plan before step 2.”
“Not the kind of guy to stick to plans?” Jolene asked, leaning forward to give Cliff a deep view of her cleavage. She stuck her foot out and rubbed it against Cliff’s leg. “You’re more of a spur of the moment sort of guy?” Cliff smiled as he felt Jolene’s leg against his slacks. He tried his best to keep focused on her eyes and face, but he couldn’t help but look down now and then at the sight that Jolene was giving him. “You know, if a lady is showing you something, it’s rude not to look.”
“And what a sight it is,” Cliff said, raising his glass and pouring some more wine into his and hers. “But I’d like to get to know the lady behind the chest a bit more.”
“Well, what do you wanna know?” Jolene asked, resting her elbow on the table and her chin on her palm.
“For example, what do you do for a living?”
Jolene smiled at Cliff. “If you must know, I work as an aquarium technician.” Jolene shook her foot, freeing it from her high heels. She slowly slinked her foot up Cliff’s leg, now rubbing against his thigh under the table cover. “I make sure the animals are all well kept and everything. All that good jazz, you know?” Cliff was caught a little off-guard by Jolene’s advances, but appreciated them nonetheless. “So, you could say that I’m used to handling squirmy things.”
“Is that so?” Cliff said, trying to keep a straight face as Jolene continued to rub against him. “What’s your favorite animal?”
“Oh, the jellyfish are always fun,” Jolene said as she guided her foot up to Cliff’s crotch, lightly touching her big toe to Cliff’s growing erection. “But, you could say I have a soft spot for the sea cucumber.” Cliff coughed in surprise at Jolene’s forwardness, still trying to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary was happening. “But that’s enough about me. Tell me about yourself, Cliff. What do you do for a living?”
“Well, if you must know, I work as a professional sleeper,” Cliff said, sitting upright and adjusting his tie a little.
Jolene looked at him, wide-eyed in surprise, before laughing. “Well, that wasn’t the answer I was expecting.”
“And what were you expecting?” Cliff asked.
“Given the suit and tie, I was expecting something like a lawyer or some office job,” Jolene said. She smiled at him and put her full foot against Cliff’s bulge. “So, as a professional sleeper, do you have a lot of experience sleeping around?” She began to stroke her foot against his cock.
“Oh yes, you could certainly say that.” Cliff smiled back at Jolene as he adjusted the tablecloth to cover up his crotch better. He leaned a bit forward, allowing Jolene easier access to his bulge. “I spend my days testing out mattresses and hotel rooms, rating them and judging them.”
“Wow, that certainly sounds exciting,” Jolene said as she appreciated Cliff’s gestures. She rubbed her foot faster against Cliff’s crotch, feeling it twitching as she moved her toes to curl around his shaft. “Where’s the best place that you’ve ever slept?”
“Let’s see,” Cliff said as he stroked his chin. “Oh, there was one time a client let me swap bodies with a sexy hula dancer team in Hawaii so I could try out the new mattresses at a hotel they were opening up. Though, there wasn’t quite as much sleeping done during that trip,” Cliff said with a wink as he adjusted Jolene’s foot, letting out a soft moan.
“Oh I can only imagine how delightful that must have been,” Jolene said. She quickened her pace, stroking faster and harder. “Tell me, are you more of a single or a doubles man?” Jolene gently pointed down to the table.
“Doubles,” Cliff said.
Jolene nodded and slipped her other shoe off her other foot. She now put both feet on Cliff’s bulge, rubbing it on both sides. There were more gentle moans escaping from Cliff’s lips. “You get paid well to be a professional sleeper?”
“Oh yes,” Cliff said, having a bit more trouble focusing on the conversation at hand. His mind was starting to be flooded with pleasure as he took another sip of wine. “It’s quite rewarding, both in experience and in paycheck.”
“Oh, that’s great to hear.” Jolene said as she looked around. All the other people were focused on their meals, no longer caring about the woman who was sitting at a table alone for 15 minutes. As she reaffirmed to herself the coast was clear, she reached to the side of her dress. With a quick movement, she bit her lower lip and pulled down the edge of her shirt, flashing Cliff with her left breast. “Sleeping around can be quite fun, wouldn’t you agree?” Despite her rhetorical question, Cliff’s twitching of his cock answered for her.
Cliff tried to keep up the conversation, but the pleasurable sensation of her feet rubbing his dick, and now her flashing him with the risk of being caught? His brain was being overwhelmed with stimulation. His breath became heavier and more rapid.
“When it comes to sleeping, what’s your favorite position?” Jolene asked, emphasizing that last word as she gently rubbed her nipple with her pointer finger. Cliff watched as it slowly became engorged. “Well, what is it?”
“Oh, uh, I prefer to sleep on my back,” Cliff stammered, shakily lifting his glass to his mouth and gently sipping. “Come on. Hold it together,” he muttered to himself.
Jolene took his response as a positive one and stroked his cock faster and faster, alternating movement with her feet. She could feel his resistance slowly eroding away with every stroke she made. “You know,” she said, refocusing Cliff back to her, “I also like being on my back. Just getting to spread out all over the bed. But, I also don’t mind being on my stomach, ass up to the air.”
Cliff was practically moments away from bursting in his pants. The food hadn’t even come out yet and he was already near the edge. Jolene’s descriptions weren’t helping him hold on either.
“Come on, Cliff. Sleeping on beds must be so nice.” She quickened her movements, squeezing his bulge from both sides. “I mean, getting to just let go. To relax and just, enjoy the moment. It must feel like such bliss.”
Cliff was biting his lips, trying to distract himself with anything. Anything except the pleasure that Jolene was doing to him. There had to be something. Some other topic to talk about.
“So, how about-”
There was a soft clink on the ground as Cliff looked over at Jolene, who had a wide grin on her face. “Oh dear. It seems that I dropped my spoon. I should get that.” She slipped down under the table, ducking under the tablecloth.
Jolene crawled over to Cliff, resting her head against his thigh. She unzipped his pants, letting his cock pop right out. She grinned as she watched it twitch with anticipation. Without hesitation, she put her mouth over it, listening to the beautiful groans that caused Cliff to make. She stroked his shaft with her tongue, lapping up the pre-cum and sending shivers up Cliff’s spine. She bobbed her head up and down, taking in the full length of his erect member. Jolene could feel Cliff trying his best to hold on and ride out the pleasure as long as he could, but she wasn’t playing around. With all the foot rubbing she did, it would take just a little push to bring him over the edge. She pursed her lips tightly and rapidly sucked on his cock and swirled her tongue in circles..
“Fuck!” Cliff said in a hushed whisper as his body tensed up.
His legs squeezed onto Jolene, holding her in place as he shot a huge load into her mouth. He twitched as he felt Jolene swallowing the whole thing before he released her. She rubbed her tongue around his cock, cleaning him off before tucking it back into his pants. Jolene fixed up her shirt and reemerged from her side of the table, holding the spoon.
“Got it.”
Cliff huffed as he picked up his water, frantically sipping it. “Dammit, I thought that his body would be able to hold out until at least the food got here. But you’re just too damn good, Diane.”
Diane, in the body of Jolene, chuckled as she looked at him. “Well, I did have some challenges. I mean, again, I was expecting a beautiful lady, so I picked a body that had some good pussy-eating experience. You showing up as a guy really threw me for a loop, Traci. I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to keep pace.”
Traci, in the body of Cliff, sighed as she set down her glass of water. “Yeah, well, apparently someone had accidentally rented out the body that I wanted to go with, so I got stuck with Cliff.” She gestured to the body she was in. “I didn’t think it would take that little to make him cum.”
“Come on, you know me,” Diane said. “When have you ever been able to hold out long against me?”
“Las Vegas, 2017,” Traci replied.
“Okay, that doesn’t count and you know it,” Diane said as she playfully threw a napkin at Traci. “And you’re the one who made it easy for me. I mean, look, you’re the one who laid the foundation with that professional sleeper story. You can’t really tell me you didn’t expect me to run wild with it.”
“Well of course I did,” Traci said as she swirled her wine glass. “I mean, you’re the one out there with that aquarium tech cover story. Sea cucumber? Not exactly subtle, dear.”
“Oh, you know that subtly isn’t my specialty,” Diane said as she looked at her date. “You did make me worried a little bit.”
“Hey, you’re the one who didn’t give me the signal until 15 minutes after you sat down,” Traci said as she tapped on the glass. “Here I was beginning to think I’d be the one thrown out for waiting for so long.”
“The waiters here have gotten a bit more tolerant of people dining alone. You would think they would have known after so long.”
“I mean, new waiters. I bet some of these are even swapped employees,” Traci said as she looked around
Diane shrugged. “Either way, I knew that my shining knight would show up and save me a horrible night alone,” she said, exaggerating her movements in a dramatic fashion. “After all, you can’t resist saving a damsel in distress.”
“You got that right. And I’ll come in to save you from a night of despair just like I’ve done every year since that fateful one where we first met,” Traci said as she held up her wine glass.
“And each year, you still always manage to outdo yourself and give me that wonderful thrill,” Diane said as she picked up her glass and gently clinked it against Traci’s.
“Happy anniversary, my dear.”
“Happy anniversary.”