Amanda picked me up at my apartment. I wore black slacks and a slightly transparent white button-down shirt that accentuated my figure. She wore a gorgeously simple black sundress, and she looked ethereal. She brought me downtown to a quaint restaurant I could afford, but I had never seen before.

“It’s a little hole-in-the-wall. The food is so good, though.” Amanda said eagerly when we walked in.

“I hear Mexican music coming from the kitchen.” I nodded approvingly. “I already know this is gonna be good.”

Our drinks were served in blue and red plastic cups, and it was nice to share something with Amanda that wasn’t luxury, something that I could relate to. I certainly appreciated everything she provided for me, but knowing that we were just as content eating together at a greasy spoon as a Michelin star was comforting.

“I missed you.” Amanda said, and reached her hand over the table.

“I missed you more.” I gave her a pointed look. “I had forgotten how intoxicating being near you is.”

“Forgotten?” She asked innocently. “Or blocked out, because otherwise you would’ve . .”

Her foot had slipped out of her shoe and moved into my lap, gently moving and caressing my ever-growing cock.

“Cum?” She said with a sweetness that rivaled the finest confectionery.

I gulped and nodded.

She grinned, removed her foot, and looked around the place. It was a little grimy, but it had so much character that the hygiene was easily overlooked.

“I used to come here when I was your age.” She said wistfully. “I haven’t been here in so long, and I . . I wanted to share this with you.”

I took her hand. “Thank you.” I said sincerely. “Living in the lap of luxury is nice, but places like these are good for the soul.”

She smiled. “Exactly.”

We ate our delicious food that rivaled the priciest gourmet at a fraction of the cost. While we ate, my decision was fixed in the back of my mind. I was nervous, and I wanted to wait for the right time. In truth, I was terrified.

Indecision is still a decision.

But I don’t even have the ring yet.

Does that matter?

We finished eating, paid and tipped handsomely, then walked outside holding hands. It was a dark night, and we were able to see a few stars in the sky. We strolled down the sidewalk as we stargazed, only a few blocks from Amanda’s car, and I built the courage to ask her the question.

I abruptly became hypervigilant.

As we walked, there was a man who turned a corner and followed us.



“Walk in front of me.” I uttered, placing my hands on her hips and positioning her so that I blocked the man’s view of Amanda.

“What?” She asked, still not aware of the situation.

The man increased his pace.

“Let’s pick it up.” I murmured, nudging her forward.

“What’s going on?” She whispered as she walked faster.

“He- hey-“ I heard the man speak behind us.

Flight isn’t working, fight is the next course since you’re with Amanda.

My fingers and tongue went numb.