Make that Date

Chuck: "Well, you looked cute in your little apron, I'll give you that. Now, why did she stop you and make you go to the other side of her?"

Paul: "She said to serve from the left, collect from the right, and bend at the hips."

Chuck: "Now, Rebecca, I see the reasoning for serving from the right. After all . . . it's proper etiquette, but bending at the hips?"

The monitor showed Rebecca's finger stealing beneath Paula's jutting backside.

Chuck: "Oh . . . I see."

Paul: "I didn't ask for that Chuck. She practically forced herself on me every chance she got."

Rebecca: "Don't even try that shit with me girl. You came to my house, wearing next to nothing, no panties, a shaved cunt, a very wet shaved cunt, I might add. You were practically begging for it. Anyway, it looks like you were enjoying it."

Paul turns an even brighter shade of crimson watching his formerly female body react to Rebecca's ministrations.

Paul: "I was *not* begging for it. I didn't even ask to wear that stuff."

Chuck: "It does look like you were opening your legs wider Paula. Are you sure you were the innocent victim you'd like for us to believe."

Paul: "I was the victim."

Chuck: "Well, enough of that. Let's watch some more of your date. It looks like you both had a nice dinner. Maybe not a lot of conversation, but how was the food Paul? Maybe not so good, it looks like you just spit out a piece of asparagus. There's nothing worse than overcooked asparagus."

Paul: "It wasn't the food. Even the asparagus was good. I was sitting there, trying to enjoy dinner, when all of a sudden I felt something between my legs."

Chuck: "I take it; it wasn't your cock was it?"

Paul: "No, it was her foot. She was pushing it against my er vagina."

Chuck: "You can say pussy, Paul. I think it is safe to say this show is going to have to be aired on cable. And tell us Paul, what did you think about her foot on your pussy?"