The story so far:
Still I didn’t want any trouble so I ate faster. It was Wednesday, game night for the guys, so the rest of the gang will be showing up soon, I hated to hear what they had to say about me. Nothing nice I’m sure. So you can’t blame me for wanting to run.
Sidney slides Mary the beer. She put in on the tray, tossed her hair and straightened her back to make her boobs stand out, and walked back over to Mr. Perfect.
When Mr. Perfect looked at her I knew he’d ask her out. Who wouldn’t?
Mary was the hottest. She’s blonde with sea blue eyes and bottle tan skin, nice bosom and a flat stomach. I can’t believe Mary gave birth to little Henry and manage to keep her figure looking so good.
“Your bud, sir,” Mary said and placed it carefully on the table exactly in front of him, giving him a good view while she was at it.
Then their moment was ruin when Mac yelled, “Hey, Mary! We need more bud!”
“No need to shout!” shouted Sidney,
I think I should feel sorry for Mary, but not enough to stand up against Mister Nasty. Sidney didn’t have my problem. She grabbed six beers and delivered it to the rest of the gang. I look up and saw Kurt. He was mother’s second husband. Thank god, she came to her sense to divorce him, only after two short months of marriage. I never called him dad, since he was only in his late twenties, a few years older than me. He was wearing a golden Rolex and bright red shirt. He wasn’t a catch, but he could turn on the charm like no other and when you were with him you felt like you were the only woman on the planet said mother. I think that his dad owning a car dealer ship helped, not that she would admit being shallow.
Once the food was eaten it was time. I didn’t care what was going to happen as long as I didn’t want to get involved. To make sure I didn’t get involved it was best to leaved.
“Bill!” I said to Sidney, at the counter,
“I hate for them to scare you off,” she said disgustedly to me, she and my mother go way back. I think she kind of adopted me as her own kid out of habit.
“Keep the change.” I said placing a twenty dollar bill,
“New guy, huh?” Betty said as she walked in for her shift. She was late. Any other employee would have been fired but she was pulling three jobs while her boyfriend Malcolm Willow was recovering from surgery, although I can see the attraction. I don’t believe she should be working herself to the bone for him.
“Oh, a tourist probably but he's smoking hot,” I said dreamily,
“I think you should go and ask him out,” she said, smiling a little to showing her newly whiten teeth. “He could be new and needs to be shown around.”
Highly unlikely, since most of the new house were built by Living Design Real Estate. I would have met him, if he was a residence.
Mr. Right was cleaning his plate. He must like the food because he orders a second and third helping. Sidney beamed as when he ordered two extra hot sauce ribs. She had a special grilling technique that made them extra crispy without burning them. I swear they melt in your mouth.