Georgia and Sara presented Seneca with a Christmas gift.
The attached card did touch Seneca!
Georgia wrote:
To Mike,
The husband we all want!
Love you,
Georgia
Damn!
Could Georgia have meant that?
Sara wrote:
We love you, Mikey!
Seneca has been friends with Sara a couple of years, and now realizes he has underestimated her.
At lunch with Georgia on Tuesday, Sara mentions that she would like nothing better than to attend the Kirov Ballet Sunday afternoon. Seneca has always had affection for her, and is delighted to invite her.
Seneca assumed that a dancer with an unusual endowment, such always displayed as little covered as possible, might not be interested in the Arts. He finds her to have an active and curious mind, and to have studied ballet.
They attend the 2:00 PM performance, and both are transfixed. She points out different moves the dancers make and their degree of difficulty. She instructs him on the nuances of ballet shoe design, and the great expense of the shoes.
Her raw animal sexuality is disconcerting. It dominates being in her company. Seneca must focus on the conversation in order to not be one of her typical salivating dates.
She is dying to meet Danielle, as she is interested in taking Danielle’s course of study.
At Sushi Wabi (yes, all young hot chicks love Sushi Wabi), her fresh and beautiful natural womanhood is displayed to perfection. Seneca must force himself to look at her beautiful blue eyes instead of what nature demands.
Seneca is disconcerted by knowing that the gorgeous twenty-year-old hostess recognizes him. She always looks at his arrival with amusement, as in “who the hell are you with now?”. He wants to tell her that they’re all just friends, but that doesn’t seem right either.
He wants to tell the hostess
that she can be much more than a friend,
but that doesn’t seem right either.
The tables are very close together, and the black woman at the table next to us cannot stand that her date has such a good view of Sara. She angrily requests a new table.
An Asian couple is quickly seated next to us, the man sitting next to me, the woman sitting next to Sara, our tables separated by only inches. The woman quickly realizes that her date’s view of Sara is the same as my view, and orders her date to change places with her. The poor guy is now seated next to Sara, and cannot get a good look without incurring the wrath of his date.
I am surprised that Sara does not realize the commotion she causes. She didn’t know till I told her what happened.
She tells Seneca of a new guy she’s dating. The guy reads her stories as she falls asleep. Seneca agrees that is so romantic!
Seneca asks Sara why the guy told her what woman he would be with today. Why couldn’t he just be quiet? She responds “because I’m with you!”. Seneca feels guilty.
When she tells Seneca how much Georgia’s five-year-old daughter loves the guy, Seneca is filled with jealousy. That five-year-old is telling both that she loves them!
It was a delightful afternoon with a woman whose appearances are deceiving. They plan to get together again!
Roxanne, age 25, formerly of Scores, has a white satin blouse full of ruffles. But the thing has no buttons except down towards her waist. I’m surprised a blouse that expensive saves money by failing to have buttons sewn in!
Roxanne buys custom-made bras at Nordstrom’s at ridiculous prices. She says that’s one of the few places where she can buy bras in her 32E size.
When she wears that blouse, the tops of her breasts are covered, but the plunging neckline fully reveals the sides of those monsters. They are perfectly-formed and retain their shape. Being store-bought, they hardly move. They are stunning to look at.
On another day, Sara, age 22, slides into the front seat of my car. How can anyone with such a small, tight little tush have such huge, natural ta ta’s?
Her top is low-cut, and I have trouble remembering to look at her eyes when we’re talking. Her speech causes ripples to fan out in her ta ta’s, and it is mesmerizing. When I ask her why I want the woman I can’t have, she snaps her head around to face me and, with a big smile, says
“Cause you’re a man!”.
That snap of her head causes waves to move across her chest. I watch the waves crash into her bra, then bounce back the other way, then settle into tremors.
It is breathtaking!
She’s looking so good today, with highlighted hair and beautiful eyes.
Seneca: “Honey, give me your hand!”
She gives me her hand with a playful smile.
Holding her arm outstretched, her palm down, I say:
Seneca: “Honey, look at how perfectly-formed you are! Look at how pretty your hand is! Look at how your skin just radiates!”
She knows I am smitten!
