Of all the clothes in her closet, why did she have to choose something that would affect me so? I was behaving in a completely uncouth way.
I also needed to speak to Melanie about why she brought shorts that showed off nearly every inch of her flawless legs.
My attraction to her had never dwindled, and with the changes in our relationship, it had become even more difficult to keep my hands off her. Such as the situation I found myself in. My ability to rein my desire in had come loose. The wall of decorum was crumbling.
The new waitress, Allison, was growing on me. She was more competent than that worm, whatever his name was. Still, she was nowhere as good as Ophelia, and I regretted every day I came that I made her quit.
At the same time, I quite enjoyed having her sitting next to me
