Blind Date

"So you just finished high school," Douglas said, internally cringing. Linda smiled and nodded, inspecting her steak. Douglas wasn't her type -- older, pale and balding didn't set her heart aflutter, but the trappings may be worth it.

"Nice food you got here in the city," Linda said. Douglas's brow furrowed. She wasn't his first choice either, but those red locks and pale skin could make up for the lack of sophistication.

"Indeed, so Antoine tells me ..." Douglas's voice trailed off, as Linda smiled coquettishly.

"And Elizabeth tells me ..." she giggled, smirking.

"Have you ... been with one?" Douglas asked, his voice halting and hoarse. Her smile broadened.

"I have. But I need someone to complete the picture. A cucky."