<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b378/iugggcdoaop702z6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Courtney</span></span></strong></div></div>I give Steffy a fake pouty, hurt sort of expression, when she implies everyone from Iowa is blonde, and those who aren't simply dye their blonde hair to something else. It's not even something I can argue about because ... I fit into that second category, and she knows it.<br/><br/>An opportunity for "revenge" arrives later though, when she becomes concerned about calorie content. I just *smirk* playfully at her and say:<br/><br/>"Not everyone can pull off curves like me. Maybe I should have that drink instead of you." I pause, still smirking. "I mean, think of the outfit! How tragic would it be if it stop fitting? The horror!" I give her a *kiss* on the cheek and then whisper:<em>"Missed you too."</em><br/><br/>Drink calorie crises averted, I return to pronunciations and mispronunciations. Is it an OCD thing? Maybe. After my drugging, way back, I struggled with big words for quite some time. I had to spend a lot of time working on it, and I almost can't help myself.<br/><br/>"Yeah the 'S's' are silent, so it's pronounced Deh Moyne. Though those that mock us will say Duh Moyne, thinking they're pretty clever. Nice little city though. Named after the river which was named by the French settlers. River of the Monks, I believe."<br/><br/>But enough of that. I take a sip of my drink and look around as Steffy orders a Balti. Good friendly banter going on about baseball and understanding the rules. I look at Steffy and raise a devious eyebrow.<br/><br/>"You know ... I have<em><strong>heard</strong></em>that there<strong><em>is,</em></strong>in fact, a way to steal first base." I keep my smoldering eyes on Steffy as I take another drink.<br/><br/>I'm not sure if the foreign nationals amongst us will have the slightest idea of what I'm talking about, or that I'm not even remotely talking about baseball anymore. That just makes it more fun. I turn my attention back to ... anything else though, before sex fully engulfs my consciousness. It's hard though, with Steffy looking like she looks. I notice the envelope sitting on the table, and curiosity strikes me.<br/><br/>"Whatchya got there?"