Le Fontainebleau
8112 South Houston
7:20 PM
Hey, Elliot, that guy's stealing your car. El? -- He's not listening to me. The guy's driving away with your... Oh well, he'll find out when we try to leave. Hey, El, what's a "va-let?"
As we enter, El and Liv are using very big words, saying things like, "Oh this place is magnificent, great décor and wonderful ambiance. Look at the grandiose arches, the magnificent statues and breathtaking vases of fresh flowers in every color array imaginable. It is very decadent."
Heck, I just say, "So this is how the filthy rich dine?"
Nothing but the best for his girl, that's what he just said as he squeezed my waist. He called ME, US, his girl!
Uh oh, we're getting those looks from the jealous broads, uh, ladies again. Just like last time, but subtler this time. Those same green-eyed monsters are staring through jealousy-glazed orbs.
They begin at the hair and slowly descend, checking microscopically for the tiniest flaw, without ever lifting their heads. Some are even peering over the tops of their gold-rimmed glasses with their faces still aimed at the food they're eating. Sneakily observant... if they do lift their heads to glance at us, they hold their noses kinda funny like they smell something rotten. They smile that half smile; while thinking, "There goes another little gold digger! I can tell she's got implants and a nose job. And that dress...makes her look like a twenty-dollar whore."
Uh oh, the girls and Jack are fighting mad. Easy there guys, I'll handle this. Excuse me rich bitch. You wanna take it outside? This is all "the real enchilada" and you're just a jealous, ugly, fat, old lady! 'Bite me, Miss Piggy! Oh yeah, Kermit said to tell you he's waiting for you outside in the pond, uh fountain!
Oh well, the MEN are letching...I mean smiling, they always appreciate my, our, curves.
Hey Liv, unbutton the jacket so the girls can see and be seen! Let's show those puppies off! Oh good, she heard me. Jack, be quiet, please!
That's better; they're really drooling now. Almost every man in here is staring, and the ones who aren't are either too old to see us or don't prefer women, if you get my drift! Well, some are sneaking a peek over their menus, and some just have their mouths wide open staring blatantly. It's strange how they seem to move from the floor to the hair when scanning and back down again, always stopping to ogle at the girls and the gams just a smidgen too long.
Yeah, I saw her kick him under the table; boy did his face change color! He's in for it when they get home. Boy howdy, is he going to have a bruise or what? That guy at the table in front of us just dropped his fork so he could get a close up gawk at Liv's gorgeous gams as we walk by. Subtle, big guy. You just better hope the little woman doesn't catch on.
And the guy who's taking us to our table just dropped back behind us so he can check out our, uh, assets...shall we say? Men are clueless -- a gorgeous face, some long legs, an ample bosom and they lose all rationality, become like teenage boys again...thinking with the wrong head!
Wow, we're at our table now. This is a great table set up and location; right next to the dance floor. Oh, that band sounds great too. This is my first ever date to such a fancy-smancy place, dinner and dancing, all in one location. Great idea!
They order a nice champagne to drink and a caviar appetizer. Hey what's caviar? Oh, they're talking about it saying they're some kinda little fish eggs you eat on crackers. Fish lay eggs? I thought only chickens and you know other things with feathers lay eggs. Boy, I'm getting really confused. I think I need a drink. Oh good, the booze is here. He musta' read my mind!
The waiter pops the cork and pours Elliot's glass first. Boy, he sure is being stingy with the champagne. He only gave El a few drops. Elliot looks at the glass; maybe he's wondering why they're being so stingy too, he swirls it around, smells it, then takes a sip and nods his approval. I think the waiter knows Elliot is pissed because he's filling up both their glasses now. That's more like it!
As he and Olivia toast to the night he accidentally splashes a few drops on me. Oops! Oh well, they try to wipe me off with napkins. Oh no, am I going to be a marked woman for the rest of my life? Hey, nice move there Elliot; trying to get me drunk so that you can have your way with me, uh, us later? I like your thinking big guy!
Oh yes, she's ordering her favorite, filet mignon, medium, with loaded baked potato, broccoli and salad with bleu cheese dressing. Mmm, can't wait. He's getting the same. Ah, isn't that adorable? It's like they can read each other's thoughts. Why, they're so much alike, it's amazing! Just like two peas in a pod... huh?
I'm really confused again, though. Why do they call it blue cheese dressing? It's not blue and it didn't bring any clothes with it, so how can it be dressing? And the baked potato doesn't look like it's too drunk to me, why do they call the poor thing loaded? This language thing sure is screwy!
Hey our waiter is kinda cute. Oh no, tell me he's not? Yes, he's trying to look down my, uh, our top! My he's a friendly fellow; he's getting pretty close. I guess he just wants to say hi to the girls. Uh oh, Elliot is glaring at him...now he's leaving. Good. Why do guys like to look at a lady's girls so much, anyway? I don't understand them. They've got 'em too; theirs are just flat 'cause they don't have any air in them! Can't they just go to the gas station and blow them up like we do our tires?
Elliot stands and asks us to dance; his strong hand wraps around my waist squeezing me gently. He pulls us close and we whirl around the floor. I can feel the lecherous men looking at us, wishing and longing to have us, touch us, feel us.... I can feel their wives wishing they had us too, her face and my body!
Wow, this is so much fun! I love the way he dances, and he's singing along to the music, just like in the bedroom.
Uh oh -- something's loose. Oh, the girls are really getting jiggled around, Liv? –Hey, Liv, you forgot about my zipper. Yoo-hoo? Apparently she forgot to ask Elliot to fix her, my, uh, our zipper.
The girls are all scared and excited. They just told me they're going to make their "grand debut" with a big coming out party if we don't stop. It's okay, girls, Auntie Red will tell them. Trust me, okay? I may not be a Cross Your Heart bra, but I won't let you down, I promise! Shut up Jack or you're outta here!
Now we're returning to our table. Good, now that's over...NOOOOOO! Don't take the jacket off! Elliot starts helping her remove our jacket, but he stops when he sees her naked back. "Liv, your dress is unzipped. We can't take this jacket off. Ur, you need to zip it up. Where can we fix it?"
Wow, his face is blushing, as red as 'ME'! Yes, Jack, that was close
Olivia exclaims under her breath, "Oh my God! I was so busy getting ready I forgot. I got the zipper stuck. I'm gonna find the ladies room. You stay here, okay?" Now she remembers!
Elliot replies, "Oh, okay Liv." He reassures her that he'll wait at the table just in case our food comes. Isn't he the perfect gentleman?
We locate the restroom and enter. Yes, Jack, I know you're in the ladies' restroom...be quiet. Now I remember why Olivia never wears you, big mouth! Olivia tries her hardest to pull my stuck zipper down so that she can pull it back up, but to no avail.
There's a nice lady in here selling roses who offers to help us. She tries her best but she can't get it up either. Olivia gives her five dollars and thanks her for trying. I don't get it, why did she pay the lady for being nice? Oh well, she decides to head back to our table, eat and leave before anything more embarrassing happens.
Boy, look at the guys all ogling us now that Elliot's not with us. If they only knew that we're backless and the girls are on the loose, no telling what they'd do!
We arrive just as dinner is being served. She buttons up Jack, (I sure hope that buttons up his lip too) and sits down just in time for the salad. As they begin eating they decide to have another glass of champagne.
As soon as the waiters are out of sight, she leans over and whispers to Elliot, "Hey El, as soon as we're finished with our meals, let's leave. We can stop on our way home and pick up something for dessert and take it to my place. Does that sound okay?"
Elliot says no, that he wants to stay and eat our dessert here and maybe do a little more dancing. Oh those wonderfully strong arms around me twirling the night away...Yes, let's stay.
I think that band singer over there that's dressed inna tuxedo, just winked at me. Wow, I guess I am a guy magnet! I just love a man in a uniform.
Olivia then whispers, "But El, I couldn't fix my zipper." Then she remembers the plans. Smart girl! "Oh yes, and the 'rain check' thing, plus we do have to get up early to be at your house for the big Christmas plans," she purrs while smiling at him and batting those big beautiful brown doe-eyes. There go those weather-related, rain check remarks again. They really need to broaden their conversational skills. They definitely need to get out more often.
Olivia wins the argument finally, as usual! Yeah, they argue sometimes but they always have fun making up or making out -- which is it? I have trouble with those concepts, I get so little exposure!
Now they decide to have another glass of champagne as they finish their wonderful meal. I'm getting tipsy just thinking about it.
Elliot pays and we make our way out to the car.
As we leave, those stares are following us like hound dogs, hot on the trail of a perp! The men just can't stop lusting after us! That one over there, wiping his mouth with his napkin...it's not food he's wiping away, it's drool! Hey, even the doorman is staring and he's a grandpa...
Men! Rich or poor, seems they're all alike, they lose all their couth when they wanna see just a little more skin. All their fancy manners and breeding just go right out the window when that testosterone kicks in.
Elliot looks really pissed off as he asks her does she always get stared at by all the men everywhere she goes?
She answers him with a hesitant, "Uh sometimes. –Why? Does it bother you, hon?"
Elliot answers her with a quiet murmur of, "Yeah, sometimes." I can tell he is really upset because he's gripping the door handle so hard his knuckles are turning white. I can tell he's a little jealous of those other guys, but he shouldn't be, 'cause he's her soul mate; at least that's what she told her friend Casey on the phone the other night.
I wonder what a soul mate is? Is it anything like soul food?
Oh look, isn't that sweet? She just reached over and squeezed his hand, kissed him softly and told him she loves him. Now, that should make him a little happier, I think!
Silver Ford
Manhattan Blvd.
9:15 PM
We all pile into the silver Ford and off we go. But there's still a lot of grumbling and giggling going on inside the car. Elliot's grumbling to himself about the ogling and Liv is giggling about the zipper. I think somebody's champagne is showing.
Olivia is the first to speak. Her big brown eyes glance over at Elliot through their long thick lashes as she sweetly purrs, "Hey baby, let's stop by the grocery store and pick up some Peppermint Stick ice cream. We can take it to my place." Yeah, I love ice cream. Oh boy, lets get ice cream please? Then she tells him that she'll be just as happy there, that it should put a smile on his face too because it's a lot less expensive than eating an over-priced dessert at that fancy restaurant.
Then she reaches over and squeezes his hand. What a hand: handsomely strong, burly yet tender. I love its' sweet touches, they make me sigh and my legs get all rubbery. How do you humans handle all this physical stuff?
Elliot turns, glancing over at Liv and grins that lop-sided grin of his, "Ice cream it is, beautiful."
I love it when he smiles and so does she, I can tell. I feel her heart skip a beat, our body gets all warm-like and our skin gets all bumpy. Boy, from all these temperature changes do you think I might be going through that mental pause thing?
I am really having a lot of feelings I've never felt before...maybe I need to go to the doctor, uh, seamstress and get one of those exam thingies. I'd probably just fail it though 'cause I'm not very smart. I never was good at tests. Heck you wouldn't be either if you just hung in a closet all day!
Oh my, we're here at the grocery store and Elliot's saying for us to just stay in the car, he'll get the stuff all by himself....
Oh, here he comes with a smile so big I'm surprised it didn't crack his handsome face! Hmm, he was gone a little longer than it takes to just buy ice cream, and the bag seems a bit too big for only a half gallon of ice cream. I wonder what that clever rascal's got up his sleeve now? Sometimes he's so creative!
TBC...Chapter 3...will be posted hopefully tomorrow!
8112 South Houston
7:20 PM
Hey, Elliot, that guy's stealing your car. El? -- He's not listening to me. The guy's driving away with your... Oh well, he'll find out when we try to leave. Hey, El, what's a "va-let?"
As we enter, El and Liv are using very big words, saying things like, "Oh this place is magnificent, great décor and wonderful ambiance. Look at the grandiose arches, the magnificent statues and breathtaking vases of fresh flowers in every color array imaginable. It is very decadent."
Heck, I just say, "So this is how the filthy rich dine?"
Nothing but the best for his girl, that's what he just said as he squeezed my waist. He called ME, US, his girl!
Uh oh, we're getting those looks from the jealous broads, uh, ladies again. Just like last time, but subtler this time. Those same green-eyed monsters are staring through jealousy-glazed orbs.
They begin at the hair and slowly descend, checking microscopically for the tiniest flaw, without ever lifting their heads. Some are even peering over the tops of their gold-rimmed glasses with their faces still aimed at the food they're eating. Sneakily observant... if they do lift their heads to glance at us, they hold their noses kinda funny like they smell something rotten. They smile that half smile; while thinking, "There goes another little gold digger! I can tell she's got implants and a nose job. And that dress...makes her look like a twenty-dollar whore."
Uh oh, the girls and Jack are fighting mad. Easy there guys, I'll handle this. Excuse me rich bitch. You wanna take it outside? This is all "the real enchilada" and you're just a jealous, ugly, fat, old lady! 'Bite me, Miss Piggy! Oh yeah, Kermit said to tell you he's waiting for you outside in the pond, uh fountain!
Oh well, the MEN are letching...I mean smiling, they always appreciate my, our, curves.
Hey Liv, unbutton the jacket so the girls can see and be seen! Let's show those puppies off! Oh good, she heard me. Jack, be quiet, please!
That's better; they're really drooling now. Almost every man in here is staring, and the ones who aren't are either too old to see us or don't prefer women, if you get my drift! Well, some are sneaking a peek over their menus, and some just have their mouths wide open staring blatantly. It's strange how they seem to move from the floor to the hair when scanning and back down again, always stopping to ogle at the girls and the gams just a smidgen too long.
Yeah, I saw her kick him under the table; boy did his face change color! He's in for it when they get home. Boy howdy, is he going to have a bruise or what? That guy at the table in front of us just dropped his fork so he could get a close up gawk at Liv's gorgeous gams as we walk by. Subtle, big guy. You just better hope the little woman doesn't catch on.
And the guy who's taking us to our table just dropped back behind us so he can check out our, uh, assets...shall we say? Men are clueless -- a gorgeous face, some long legs, an ample bosom and they lose all rationality, become like teenage boys again...thinking with the wrong head!
Wow, we're at our table now. This is a great table set up and location; right next to the dance floor. Oh, that band sounds great too. This is my first ever date to such a fancy-smancy place, dinner and dancing, all in one location. Great idea!
They order a nice champagne to drink and a caviar appetizer. Hey what's caviar? Oh, they're talking about it saying they're some kinda little fish eggs you eat on crackers. Fish lay eggs? I thought only chickens and you know other things with feathers lay eggs. Boy, I'm getting really confused. I think I need a drink. Oh good, the booze is here. He musta' read my mind!
The waiter pops the cork and pours Elliot's glass first. Boy, he sure is being stingy with the champagne. He only gave El a few drops. Elliot looks at the glass; maybe he's wondering why they're being so stingy too, he swirls it around, smells it, then takes a sip and nods his approval. I think the waiter knows Elliot is pissed because he's filling up both their glasses now. That's more like it!
As he and Olivia toast to the night he accidentally splashes a few drops on me. Oops! Oh well, they try to wipe me off with napkins. Oh no, am I going to be a marked woman for the rest of my life? Hey, nice move there Elliot; trying to get me drunk so that you can have your way with me, uh, us later? I like your thinking big guy!
Oh yes, she's ordering her favorite, filet mignon, medium, with loaded baked potato, broccoli and salad with bleu cheese dressing. Mmm, can't wait. He's getting the same. Ah, isn't that adorable? It's like they can read each other's thoughts. Why, they're so much alike, it's amazing! Just like two peas in a pod... huh?
I'm really confused again, though. Why do they call it blue cheese dressing? It's not blue and it didn't bring any clothes with it, so how can it be dressing? And the baked potato doesn't look like it's too drunk to me, why do they call the poor thing loaded? This language thing sure is screwy!
Hey our waiter is kinda cute. Oh no, tell me he's not? Yes, he's trying to look down my, uh, our top! My he's a friendly fellow; he's getting pretty close. I guess he just wants to say hi to the girls. Uh oh, Elliot is glaring at him...now he's leaving. Good. Why do guys like to look at a lady's girls so much, anyway? I don't understand them. They've got 'em too; theirs are just flat 'cause they don't have any air in them! Can't they just go to the gas station and blow them up like we do our tires?
Elliot stands and asks us to dance; his strong hand wraps around my waist squeezing me gently. He pulls us close and we whirl around the floor. I can feel the lecherous men looking at us, wishing and longing to have us, touch us, feel us.... I can feel their wives wishing they had us too, her face and my body!
Wow, this is so much fun! I love the way he dances, and he's singing along to the music, just like in the bedroom.
Uh oh -- something's loose. Oh, the girls are really getting jiggled around, Liv? –Hey, Liv, you forgot about my zipper. Yoo-hoo? Apparently she forgot to ask Elliot to fix her, my, uh, our zipper.
The girls are all scared and excited. They just told me they're going to make their "grand debut" with a big coming out party if we don't stop. It's okay, girls, Auntie Red will tell them. Trust me, okay? I may not be a Cross Your Heart bra, but I won't let you down, I promise! Shut up Jack or you're outta here!
Now we're returning to our table. Good, now that's over...NOOOOOO! Don't take the jacket off! Elliot starts helping her remove our jacket, but he stops when he sees her naked back. "Liv, your dress is unzipped. We can't take this jacket off. Ur, you need to zip it up. Where can we fix it?"
Wow, his face is blushing, as red as 'ME'! Yes, Jack, that was close
Olivia exclaims under her breath, "Oh my God! I was so busy getting ready I forgot. I got the zipper stuck. I'm gonna find the ladies room. You stay here, okay?" Now she remembers!
Elliot replies, "Oh, okay Liv." He reassures her that he'll wait at the table just in case our food comes. Isn't he the perfect gentleman?
We locate the restroom and enter. Yes, Jack, I know you're in the ladies' restroom...be quiet. Now I remember why Olivia never wears you, big mouth! Olivia tries her hardest to pull my stuck zipper down so that she can pull it back up, but to no avail.
There's a nice lady in here selling roses who offers to help us. She tries her best but she can't get it up either. Olivia gives her five dollars and thanks her for trying. I don't get it, why did she pay the lady for being nice? Oh well, she decides to head back to our table, eat and leave before anything more embarrassing happens.
Boy, look at the guys all ogling us now that Elliot's not with us. If they only knew that we're backless and the girls are on the loose, no telling what they'd do!
We arrive just as dinner is being served. She buttons up Jack, (I sure hope that buttons up his lip too) and sits down just in time for the salad. As they begin eating they decide to have another glass of champagne.
As soon as the waiters are out of sight, she leans over and whispers to Elliot, "Hey El, as soon as we're finished with our meals, let's leave. We can stop on our way home and pick up something for dessert and take it to my place. Does that sound okay?"
Elliot says no, that he wants to stay and eat our dessert here and maybe do a little more dancing. Oh those wonderfully strong arms around me twirling the night away...Yes, let's stay.
I think that band singer over there that's dressed inna tuxedo, just winked at me. Wow, I guess I am a guy magnet! I just love a man in a uniform.
Olivia then whispers, "But El, I couldn't fix my zipper." Then she remembers the plans. Smart girl! "Oh yes, and the 'rain check' thing, plus we do have to get up early to be at your house for the big Christmas plans," she purrs while smiling at him and batting those big beautiful brown doe-eyes. There go those weather-related, rain check remarks again. They really need to broaden their conversational skills. They definitely need to get out more often.
Olivia wins the argument finally, as usual! Yeah, they argue sometimes but they always have fun making up or making out -- which is it? I have trouble with those concepts, I get so little exposure!
Now they decide to have another glass of champagne as they finish their wonderful meal. I'm getting tipsy just thinking about it.
Elliot pays and we make our way out to the car.
As we leave, those stares are following us like hound dogs, hot on the trail of a perp! The men just can't stop lusting after us! That one over there, wiping his mouth with his napkin...it's not food he's wiping away, it's drool! Hey, even the doorman is staring and he's a grandpa...
Men! Rich or poor, seems they're all alike, they lose all their couth when they wanna see just a little more skin. All their fancy manners and breeding just go right out the window when that testosterone kicks in.
Elliot looks really pissed off as he asks her does she always get stared at by all the men everywhere she goes?
She answers him with a hesitant, "Uh sometimes. –Why? Does it bother you, hon?"
Elliot answers her with a quiet murmur of, "Yeah, sometimes." I can tell he is really upset because he's gripping the door handle so hard his knuckles are turning white. I can tell he's a little jealous of those other guys, but he shouldn't be, 'cause he's her soul mate; at least that's what she told her friend Casey on the phone the other night.
I wonder what a soul mate is? Is it anything like soul food?
Oh look, isn't that sweet? She just reached over and squeezed his hand, kissed him softly and told him she loves him. Now, that should make him a little happier, I think!
Silver Ford
Manhattan Blvd.
9:15 PM
We all pile into the silver Ford and off we go. But there's still a lot of grumbling and giggling going on inside the car. Elliot's grumbling to himself about the ogling and Liv is giggling about the zipper. I think somebody's champagne is showing.
Olivia is the first to speak. Her big brown eyes glance over at Elliot through their long thick lashes as she sweetly purrs, "Hey baby, let's stop by the grocery store and pick up some Peppermint Stick ice cream. We can take it to my place." Yeah, I love ice cream. Oh boy, lets get ice cream please? Then she tells him that she'll be just as happy there, that it should put a smile on his face too because it's a lot less expensive than eating an over-priced dessert at that fancy restaurant.
Then she reaches over and squeezes his hand. What a hand: handsomely strong, burly yet tender. I love its' sweet touches, they make me sigh and my legs get all rubbery. How do you humans handle all this physical stuff?
Elliot turns, glancing over at Liv and grins that lop-sided grin of his, "Ice cream it is, beautiful."
I love it when he smiles and so does she, I can tell. I feel her heart skip a beat, our body gets all warm-like and our skin gets all bumpy. Boy, from all these temperature changes do you think I might be going through that mental pause thing?
I am really having a lot of feelings I've never felt before...maybe I need to go to the doctor, uh, seamstress and get one of those exam thingies. I'd probably just fail it though 'cause I'm not very smart. I never was good at tests. Heck you wouldn't be either if you just hung in a closet all day!
Oh my, we're here at the grocery store and Elliot's saying for us to just stay in the car, he'll get the stuff all by himself....
Oh, here he comes with a smile so big I'm surprised it didn't crack his handsome face! Hmm, he was gone a little longer than it takes to just buy ice cream, and the bag seems a bit too big for only a half gallon of ice cream. I wonder what that clever rascal's got up his sleeve now? Sometimes he's so creative!
TBC...Chapter 3...will be posted hopefully tomorrow!