Friday evening, I was invited to Brenda's home for dinner at 6 pm. I dressed nicely - An ironed gray short-sleeved shirt, clean, long, blue pants, and shoes I had just shined. On my way, I bought a dozen red and white roses and a box of Leonidas truffles.
I knocked on the door 5 minutes early. Brenda opened the door. She wore a pretty midi-style, beige dress with an exaggerated cleavage. Was it to remind me where my hand found refuge during the movie, or was it to entice me to ogle her t**s during dinner?... I smiled, complimented her, and handed her the box of chocolates.
She hugged and kissed me passionately.
When she disengaged, I asked her where her mother was. She winked at me, "She is dressing up. She likes you and wants to make a good impression."
"Brenda, the only way she'll im
