My evening

Tuesday August 7th 2007. I asked Francis to Dinner Today (around noon).She was to work until 8:30 pm. I told her that She could leave around 7:00pm to go home 1st. She never gave me a certain answer as to Yes or No, throughout the remainder of the Day.Her Truck's A/C was not working, so She had celso look at it.Time flew by, her Scheduled Lunch time of 4:oo pm came and went without her going, So I thought, She must be wanting to go?!

Around 7:30 pm, I asked her "Are you going Home"? She said Yes. She went to the Restroom, and then returned.I was in the office, and she then asked me if I still wanted to go. I said yes, and we discussed where to go. I told her ,"this is Your side of town, what was around"?! Isuggested an authentic Mexican Restaurant of some sort. We questioned each other as to the closing times of the Restaurants.She said she could go in her work clothes. But, the more discussion went on, she decided to go home to change.

I had brought clothes with me to chang into. Francis clocked out at around 7:35 pm, We discussed her calling me when She was ready. I told her to just drive back up to the store. At 8:12 pm, I had changed, and was sitting in My car doing appraisal's. It was still hot outside, around 89 degrees, so I had the car running.I watched the clock in my car, waiting for Francis to return to the parking lot. Beginning to wonder..., At 8:42 pm, She pulled in.I got out of My car, and asked her if She wanted Me to drive. She said She would, So I returned to My car, retrieved My Spanish Class Folder, and got into her Truck.

 We took off down the st., then from there we were lost.We laughed at our loss fo proper sense of direction, but soon found Special Ave., and proceeded to a Mexican Restaurant, down across from the Mall. The parking lot was obviously a little (full), due only to this Restaurant, Las b-----, something.We walked in and was directed to seats just inside. It was semi-busy for a Tuesday night. We overlooked the menu, discussed some "pronounciations", and then gave our orders. Francis ordered a queasadia, I a Burrito Loco.We sat there, slowly eating the chips/salsa,and the food was there quickly.

I sat there and studied Francis. Her Hair was down (always up at work), She was wearing white shoes, white pants, white halter top, with a greenish flower design top, with a lt. green necklace.I will admit, at times,I stared at her. She was Beautiful.Dark skin, Beautiful dark brunette hair,dark eyes. WOW! I studied her white halter top.I was thinking. Can She be mine? Could I touch her? I truly wanted to be gentle with her,I thought, as we were still talking at the Restaurant,as to the trip back to My car.Her dark,sweet smelling body was enticing.

 Yes, I was thinking. How would it be, Touching this 28 yr. old beauty.I thought of My hands on her.I thought of kissing her.I thought of her warm body, of pulling her over to me.I thought of her tongue, and her lips.All this while still eating.I thought of My hands slowly pulling her halter top down, of kissing her breasts.I thought of how I could approach her,to go to a motel with me. With her marriage approaching in december,does She have thoughts of the wedding night.Francis is still a virgin.Does she have curriosity, and desires.

 Would She go? 

 I thought of kissing her as She dropped me off, could I then start to warm her up?(She was cold from the Restaurant.) I really wanted to touch her.She is mine.