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THE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE DICK - THE GRAND CANYON

Date: 3/15/2017, Categories: True Story, Author: cyrano, Rating: 86.2, Source: sexstories.com

from here." Remember this not a date. T elling her she can drive there herself reinforces this. "Besides, don't you need a break from fish sticks and frys," I say smiling as I and walk away. I was giving her time to think about it, maybe even talk it over with her friends. It was a low risk offer. By driving there herself she doesn't expose where she lives, and the restaurant was in a familiar area. And I left her with something to think about: Maybe she was due an adult eating experience. And besides she wasn't doing it for herself, she was doing it for this poor sap. Thirty to forty minutes later she walked up to me and said,"Sounds like a good restaurant. I think I can do it Saturday after next." She took the bait. ISABELLA'S Isabella's was small restaurant but its large expansive windows made it seem bigger. I was waiting outside pacing and preparing myself mentally - Lisa was ten minutes late. When I spotted her in the parking lot she was dressed just as I expected: middle-management chic. This was a Saturday and here she was dressed like she was going to a job i nterview. I had no flowers- this was not a date. I opened the door for her but I made no attempt to pull out her chair. I ordered things on the menu because the sole reason for us being there, supposedly, was to sample the food. After the waiter left, it didn't take long for her to start in on the interview process. "So, you like being a mailman?" I had to cut her off quickly or this was going to go south in a ... hurry. Ms. Middle- Mangagement was qualifying me as if we were on a date. "Whoa! No date talk. We're here for the food. So let's stick to that. Tell me, what was the first taste you can remember that you feel real safe and warm inside?" If she followed my lead, I would be back in control. If not, I was just going to enjoy the food, thank her for joining me, and we were going to go our separate ways. "My grandmother's tea cakes," she said after thinking for minute. I had her. From there on out we talked about food, but in doing so we covered our childhoods, friends and family, trips and vacations. We were two human beings sharing our lives, not two automatons talking about five year plans or if we saw children in our future. But more important, when I saw her face light up when talking about food, I knew she was having good, warm, fuzzy, feelings - feelings for the most part she would attribute to being with me. While waiting for our leftovers, I asked her if she would try one more restaurant with me. It was a test. If the evening allowed her to embrace her FEELINGS, the answer was going to be a quick yes. If it prodded her into THINKING about me and where this going, I was dead in the water. DUGAN'S Our second "date" was at Dugan's. I couldn't believe the difference in Lisa's appearance. It was like night and day. She had squeezed into a really tight, low cut, red skirt with pumps to match. Her hair had accents in it, and it looked like a professional had done her makeup. A ...