To my place, I can make us something...

"What are you thinking of making?"

"Dunnow, maybe a... strawberry coupe? Or some fruity cocktails?" Amy suggests. You didn't imagine it. She really did place the emphasis on 'cock' right there.

"I'd like to see you try it..." you tease her.

"Surely, you do", she replies.

You leave the restaurant after tipping the waitress, who smiles broadly at you and bends over a little further than necessary to pick up the money. It's a shame you didn't come alone, or you would definitely have asked her out for a drink, or more. The thoughts of the waitress quickly fade from your mind though, when you walk behind Amy to her car. Her swinging hips are hypnotizing, going left to right, left to right... you wonder if she is doing it on purpose, or if she always walked like this. It makes you even more excited to go to her place.

She owns a Fiat 500, which she got when she graduated high school. She called it Fernando, but you think it's more of a Steven. It's a blue car, so it really stands out in the parking lot. Not that you are watching the car, of course...

Amy suddenly screams: "Last one at Fernando is a sucker!" She starts towards the car.

Oh no! You just ate... and with the feeling of the chicken legs in your stomach still, you ask yourself: