<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br/>We have a date!!  I feel instantly elated....and also warm and, well, 'wanted'.  Its a beautiful sensation and I savor it.<br/><br/>Chloe says<br/><br/>“But let's have some dinner first. My treat!”<br/><br/>We look at the daily specials menu....we both have to lean in to read it.  I can smell her soft perfume....really nice too.  I probably should have spritzed mine in the car before I came in.  I probably smell like copy paper or white out...mmmm sexy Kimmie!<br/><br/>“Oh, they have fresh Oysters Rockefeller. I like how they do those here. Do you like oysters? I do but avoid them fried like they do down south. Broiled or raw. These are a bit more citrusy than others. I can only eat a couple because they go directly to my hips and my lab animals will notice!” #Giggle<br/><br/>"Dont worry about that....they're only rats"  I giggle....(its been a long time since I genuinely giggled too!)<br/><br/>I put one hand on her hip nearest me....<em>"Your hips are fine....not too meaty....nice and firm"</em>and I bite my lip....half so I dont laugh...and half to look a little sexy....<br/><br/>I move my hand off he hip once again....<em>"But you can have mine....Im not an 'oyster girl'....I'd try one again...but they're really not meant for sharing!"</em>