Word of the Day
taradiddle: bogus, nonsense or a lie

In The Diner
Shakes his head side to side.
He was laughing.
You had me going for a minute there, was about to say sorry and get up, saying we can't be friends.
Winks with that smile of his.
He is enjoying being just Kinz and chatting with a pretty girl who isn't screaming his name and askin him if he knows who he is.
Don't get him wrong he loves his fans, but sometimes it gets a little overwhelming for a butcher's son from London.
No my mum and brother still run the place, me I am currently taking a break from work, not for long, but I plan on taking a few months off before my next job.

The sweet spot? *he asks as he looks down for a minute and makes a choice on what he is going to eat*
And you stay at the center? are you rentable?
I hope I am asking/saying that right, I really don't know how all that, this works.

looks here

In The Diner
"So how's not the best time to mention I'm vegan?"

She says it completely straight. Dead serious. She holds it for a good minute. Then she bursts out laughing

"Kidding! Kidding! That's actually really cool. But you didn't follow in his footsteps?"

Maybe she does remember where she knows you from now

"I'm a waitress. Not here. Over at The Sweet Spot. Sometimes I stop in here before I go back to the Center after work."

when you come back TomT I'll be around.

In The Diner
His folks are/were an old fashion one, they met, fell in love and got married, the day before she turned 18, they were married and head over heels in love straight up to the day he died, but she remains faithful and loves him still to this day.
His salary goes to keeping his mum and sister free.

You don't say, my dad owned a butcher shop. *smiling*
Nods to how things work and , he gets it some guys can be assholes to slaves.
You ordered cheerwine and he ordered another coke.
What line of work are you in? or is what are you trained for?

ok

the room....badme...is open for you.

yes. care to go somewhere?

reemerging from the pits of sin, or as he fondly thinks of it, his room at the bordello. smelling of alcohol and sex, is there really a difference at this fine establishment? he walks the creakily stairs and finds himself in the main bar area, the focal point of the house of slippery pleasures. a place where wares can be displayed in provocative ways and decisions made. nothing hurried, drinks must flow before the final choice is made. sometimes the flow of whisky inhibits the choices made.

he knows more than most the temptation of whisky and the poor life and partner choices it creates. his knees buckle slightly as he swagger/stumbles to the bar. a hint of possibility aimed at the women of this outstanding establishment for exceptional services performed.

have need for a girl for a while?

thanks

dozen

you have nice pics

lascivious

mmmm... maybe i could slip into the shower with you?

In The Diner
"It's appreciated."

It honestly seems to confuse her. She's clearly not used to it

"My dad was an English professor. We moved around. I happened to be here when I turned 18. You know how it works."

She looks to the waitress now

"Cheerwine"

I just got back from a long sweaty run, so I have to hop in the shower.
Maybe we can chat a bit later.
giving you 2 soft kisses on your sweet firm tush

Good evening, jessie. So nice to see you.
I see you're being naughty again.
grin

uninhibited