I dressed to kill: A short red dress that hugged me tightly and highlighted my perky t**s. Intentionally I was braless, attempting to make him focus on my girls rather than capitalize on my brain. I added 3" heel matching shoes, and shiny lipstick. I gazed at myself in the mirror and liked the way I looked; he wouldn't be able to resist my charm.
Morris was already sitting at a table for two in the corner. As the waitress led me to his table, Morris stood up and his eyes inspected me up and down. After sitting own, he said nonchalantly, "You are gorgeous. You didn't have to try so hard. I think WHATEVER you put on, your beauty is no less than Aphrodite." I smiled and forgot I was planning to reprimand him.
The waiter arrived with the menus. Morris handed them back to the waiter and blurt
