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Scott — our first official date (3)

"No, Stacy I'm not—"

"Can I offer you guys anything else?" the waitress said, showing up out of nowhere like a fucking ghost, her body bent over the table, her arms squeezing her breasts together.

Stacy mouthed see and I struggled not to go into stitches. Then she grabbed my hand again and squeezed ...