“I swear,” she said to me sternly. “If you bring him up one more time I’m going to clamp my thighs around your head and make you eat my cunt until your mouth is so sore you can’t form another word!”“I’m sorry,” I apologized for the thirtieth time. “I just feel so bad about it.”“Sweetie,” she intoned. “You’re not the first one to get trapped under his magic. You are the first one, I think, to walk away, though.” Her face was whimsical. “I just wish I was there to see it!” She laughed with true mirth.“I know,” I whined. “I’m a terrible person. I…“Kiera cut me off. “You’re a fucking legend!” she shrieked out.Three seconds. That’s how long it took me to come to terms with my divorce. It took about three minutes to get over the emotions of telling my previous beau that I had had enough of his behavior and to leave and never come back. It had been three days with Glade and I still felt miserable. I’d probably packed on more pounds than I care to mention due to my restrictive diet of rum and ice cream and my rigorous exercise routine of binge-watching Star Trek the Next Generation. In fact, if she hadn’t shown up at my doorstep dressed like Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark, screaming “girl’s night out” I’d be watching part two of the Mark Twain/ Kartal Escort Data’s head episode.Instead, I found myself staring at her raw sexual beauty, low cut dress, newly-dyed, black hair, and actually smiling every now and then. It was Tuesday evening and we were in one of those middle-grade steakhouse type restaurants. This one had a sort of nostalgic theme with black and white photos on the walls, destroyed instruments beside them, and cute servers.“But it’s just that I love him and…““Thighs, my cunt, remember!” she said with a slap on the table that made the glasses and flatware rattle. “You’re not in love with him. You’re in love with the idea of him. Join the club, sweetheart.”“Is he okay?”“Damn girl, you need a distraction! He’s hurt. Word is he just sits in his room all night playing guitar.”I didn’t know he played an instrument. Of course he would! “I didn’t know he was a musician,” I said softly.Kiera grabbed my face in both her hands. “Stop. It. Now,” she said slowly. “It’s time for a distraction.”She gestured with her head towards our server. He was a young man in his late teens or early twenties. His body was nice, his face boyish and sweet looking, and we had both commented about how he Kartal Escort Bayan kept staring at us. Mostly he looked at me and then stared at the dangerous amount of cleavage Kiera was showing. He was approaching our table for what seemed to be the hundredth time. There were only a few other patrons in the place, it being a Tuesday, and we had an entire section all to ourselves.He began clearing our plates. Kiera’s plate was clean; I had hardly pecked at my steak. “Are you done, Red?” he said with a smile and an appreciative leer.“Yes, I’m not hungry for meat, I guess”He nodded and turned toward my companion’s dinnerware, barely hiding the fact that he was staring at her breasts. “I see you were hungry for meat!” he exclaimed with humor.“Yes,” she said seductively. “I just love big hunk of meat in my mouth.” She smiled at him and then looked directly at his crotch.Our server, Will, by his name tag, dropped a plate when she said that. It fell against a glass, spilling her whiskey sour over the table and onto her lap.“Look what you did,” she laughed to him. She brought the tip of her index finger up to her lips and kissed it, slowly sucking on it and then traced it down her chin. “You’ve gotten me all Escort Kartal wet.”“I’ll, ah, I’ll get you another drink, free of course,” he sheepishly stammered out. “How about some free dessert as well?”“Yes,” Kiera clapped. “Ice cream for her.” She looked at me. “Pour enough chocolate sauce on it to drown the entire Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Bring me something with a cherry on top. I need something to suck on.”“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he cleaned up the mess on the table and retreated. As soon as he left she burst out laughing. I laughed as well. I wished I had her power over men.“When he comes back I’m going to make him hard. Do you want some of that yourself?”“You are such a whore!”“I know,” she laughed. “Fun, isn’t it?”We talked about things other than my recent breakup over the next few minutes. Kiera mentioned that she didn’t make it to the event because she had gotten her own apartment and was moving. She asked me if I’d help decorate it with her. We talked about music, clothes, her new look, and I complimented her on pulling off that wicked-witch look so well.Will approached once more with a tray held in his hands. A huge sundae covered in chocolate syrup and a quart-sized milkshake topped with whipped cream and extra cherries kept company with two drinks.“Your tasty desserts,” Will said, still staring. He plopped the sundae and another rum and coke in front of me and took his sweet time gently placing the shake in front of Kiera. “Extra cherries for you.”“Tell me something, Will,” Kiera said in her sexy voice. “How old are you?”