Give me that coffee. She made an awful noise that you thought could never come out of her and then she said:
This is what she gets for never coming to my parties. But you mister, you are invited for the next party.
Her action replays in your mind, that drop of spit was the most sexual image you had in a long time, how it came down from her sexy tongue.
But for now you decide to ignore what she did but pay attention to what she said, it's somehow funny to know that Rose will drink it and possibly complain about the coffee you bought for her so it comes out as a strange joy.
Ok, give me your number so we can meet - you whisper while looking around you.
You don't have to whisper silly, it will be our secret IF you get my number.
What do you mean?
You don't expect a kind of girl like ME to present herself in silver platter, do you?
If you get the number by tomorrow, we can have some fun on the weekend and THAT is your window of opportunity.
<STROKE TO THAT PERFECTION>