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to catch her blushing again. I find that every time Violet blushes, my cock hardens, and I don’t know if it’s her apparent innocence or the fact that my body is extremely turned on by her.
    “Do you eat raw vegetables?” I ask, trying to learn more, and distracting my one track minded dick.
    “Yes, just not cooked.  Unless it had to be, like asparagus.”
    “Ok, I’ll bite.  Why not cooked?”
    “Just don’t like the texture.”  She starts chewing on her thumbnail again. It must be a defense mechanism, but she is unknowingly making my now rock hard cock throb.
    I reach down under the table and discretely adjust myself. Jeans are torture when your dick wants to be set free. Damn zipper.
    “What else is on your list of no gos?” I ask sincerely, finally feeling a little relief from my adjustment.
    “You sure you want to know more of my craziness?”
    “Hit me.”
    She pauses in thought, probably trying to decide whether she should indulge more of her nuances to me, then nods briefly.  “Okay, but just remember that you asked for it. Hmm, let’s see.  Any kind of weird meat like venison or bison or alligator. No birds other than chicken or turkey.  Nothing that smells weird or looks weird.  And I don’t like sourdough bread.”
    “Because?” I prompt, perplexed. What could she have against bread?
    “Because it smells funny.”
    I stifle a laugh.
    “Oh, and if it has anything to do with vanilla, I will wretch.  Like really may throw up,” she adds.
    “I love learning all of this about you, sweetheart. You are cracking me up,” I tell her.
    She freezes when the “sweetheart” slipped out.  And it did just slip out, but it felt so natural.  There was nothing forced about it. I keep talking so she doesn’t clam up on me.
    “So you eat steak, burgers, and chicken?”
    “Heck yeah! I love a good steak and potatoes.” She smiles, which naturally makes me smile.
    Nope, not a vegetarian. “I love a girl who eats.”
    She seems distracted again.  I can hear the catty bitches chatting again, and I can’t help but wonder if they are talking about me or her.  I wish I knew more Spanish than the dirty words I’ve picked up in the club.
    I try to refocus her on me by asking another question.
    “Okay, so anything on the menu catching your fancy?”
    “The grilled shrimp skewers and jasmine rice sounds good,” she tells me and I am utterly confused.
    “I thought you don’t eat fish?” I ask, puzzled.
    “I don’t,” is all she gives me, with no explanation.
    “Shrimp?”
    “Shrimp doesn’t count,” she tells me and looks at me like I am the one who is making up these fandangled rules.
    She makes a funny face at me then makes a loco sign at her head acknowledging that she knows her explanations are a tad bit crazy.
    I bark out a laugh and shake my head in bewilderment. “You certainly keep me on my toes, Violet.”
    Just then, the two women from the table adjacent to ours finally get up to leave and I am relieved. They were really adding a stress to our date that I wasn’t anticipating.
    “You like it when I keep you on your toes?” she asks, and her assertiveness catches me off guard as it is a little out of character for her, from what I’ve learned thus far. And, of course, my cock reflates.
    “Yeah, why?” I ask suspiciously.
    But she doesn’t answer. What she does do absolutely blows me away. As the two nasty bitches pass our table on their way to exit, Violet actually stops them.  Stops them!
    “Excuse me ladies,” Violet engages.
    They both halt and turn around, looking shocked at Violet’s boldness. To be honest, I am looking at her in the same fashion, only I want to fuck the shit out of her.  Then, out of nowhere, she floors us all.
    “ Espero que ustedes damas tengan una noche agradable. Ah, y no dejen que la puerta ustedes golpeó donde Dios las dividió.”

    The two witchy women walk away in a huff and I feel unabashedly satisfied. Jordan is staring at me,