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Should've Known
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Should've Known Against my better judgment, and despite the warnings, (Danger Will Robinson, Danger) I went to that single parent group last night. I arrive at 855, because being "on time" is being late in my mind. Apparently I was still the last to arrive. The<b> redhead </font></b>who owned the house greeted me at the door. The other five women were sitting at a table already drinking wine. The rest of the group consisted of 3 fairly attractive blondes (one had short, almost boyish hair) and two brunettes (one being slightly bigger than the others, not that there is anything wrong with that. She was nearly as pretty as the redhead). The woman owned a nice house. She had to be making six figures easy. And she worked from home. Some people have all the luck. Anyway.... I politely refused the offered glass of wine. Opting instead for water. I told them wine doesn't agree with me. That was only half a lie. Truthfully, wine goes straight to my head and I get a little...aggressively flirty. There was no way in hell I was going to tell them that. The second I walked in the door they looked at me like I had just walked into the lioness's den wearing a necklace of smoked sausages. I was nervous. I knew this was a mistake. I cant talk to attractive women. And these ladies were definitely out of my league. When i get nervous, I stutter. When that starts, I talk faster to hide it. But that makes it worse. And of course I'm staying sober. They asked me what I do. "Security guard. I'm sure some of you have seen the uniform." Why don't I wear it when I pick up my . A comment about liking a man in uniform. "N..n..not allowed to. C..can only wear I..it at work or driving t..to/from it." Too bad. A feel a foot rubbing the inside of my right leg just above my knee. Gulp. A question about my . "I have 3. My is five. His twin sisters are 3." The foot moves up. Another question. "Named after his grandfather." Foot moves another inch. Why are the questions about me? The foot reaches its destination. Uh oh. Another question. I mumble an answer. Can't tell who is doing it. All of the women are looking at me like they are mentally undressing me. Except her. The leader. She is already done and is mentally fucking the shit outta me. Look at the clock. Been here just over an hour. I need to do something or this is REALLY going to be embarrassing. I grab the foot at try to push it away. No luck. No change on any of their faces. More questions. More foot rubbing. Trying to resist. Slowly losing the battle. Can't hold it in any longer. They know, I'm sure of it. After a few more questions its time to and the meeting. As the others are leaving I offer to help clean up. I start putting the 7 or 8 empty wine bottles on the recycling why she washes out the wine glasses. As I'm leaving she is standing by the door. "Thanks for coming. Hope to see you next week!" As I walk out the door, a hand grabs my ass.... Speak the Truth, or make your peace some other way Follow CaptainDilfCT Superhero or pirate? You decide Sorry, I Was Thinking Again |
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This is a great story! I love it! You definitely should have had the wine! And cast off your fears with wild abandon! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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