![]() ![]() ![]() ‘Beg pardon?’ Donna replied, disguising her revulsion with a toothy smile. ‘Donna,’ the man whispered leaning over the table, ‘Can you please pass me your panties?’ĭonna was savouring the taste of her last mouthful of prawns, but suddenly they tasted sour and she choked them down. Especially when her dates were as animated and as old as this one was. ‘How interesting!’ She exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly as much of the restaurant turned to look at her. She knew he would soon pay the check and then after holding the door open for her he’d sit too close to her in the taxi while he continued to vomit big words all over her new dress while he fondled her knee, her breast, her dignity. Tonight she had promised herself to this man. She could think of nothing she wanted more than to run home, put on her bathrobe and curl up in bed. She smiled to herself before returning her focus to the room where she was trying and failing to pay attention to the man seated across from her.ĭonna arched her eyebrows and nodded slightly at the words he was hurling at her about the stock market. So often prawns were over seasoned, which ruined their delicate flavour. Donna eyed her fork thoughtfully as she rolled her tongue around in her mouth, pushing the prawn she was masticating into the right side of her mouth before swallowing.
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