Crush

Bend me Over

Tuesday night we had dinner plans with an old friend for 6:30. I picked Lo up from work at 5:30 and we got caught in some rush hour traffic on our way home. “Oh, forget it. Let’s just go to the restaurant,” she said, frustrated at the delay. Lo has little patience for anything. Perhaps “little” is an exaggeration. No patience is more accurate.

“But you wanted to change,” I said. Little did she know that I had been lusting for her all day and that by…