After spending a couple of hours catching up with my parents and sisters, I was torn between hanging out with “old friends” or “old friends with benefits”—I decided to go have a drink at the local bar while I debate the issue to myself. Obviously my conclusion is eventually going to be the ones with benifits! But first the bar will do the trick!
It wasn’t long after arriving that I spotted a familiar face sipping a Zima on the other side of the bar all by her lonesome. It seemed that my destiny unfolded itself. As I approached her, I was checking out her legs that still looked as hot as I remembered as I wondered how they would look if rested on my shoulders. . I re-introduced myself to her and we spent about an hour or so engaged in deep conversation about everything from our childhood memories to our current situations in the romance department; well, okay, so I bullshitted a little, but I said everything she needed to hear.
