Dashing bear-about-town Scott Lively was on his way home from a disappointing evening. He had been certain that his blind date had gone well. He had been his charming self, immaculately dressed, of course, and he had picked the perfect restaurant - one that served food that only existed in Biblical times.
His date Pauline was a sultry blonde with legs for days that he had met on ChristianSingles.com. She loved manly older men and disenfranchising sexual minorities. She was a vision in acid wash.
Their chemistry was nearly as spicy as the donkey tacos he ordered for them. Pauline seemed fascinated by Scott, hanging on his every authoritative word. He exuded masculinity and a certain Christian dangerousness.
Halfway through their third glass of sparkling grape juice, the dark haired young waiter had slipped Pauline a note, folded crisply in half. As the waiter turned, his round full buttocks flexing ever so slightly as he removed their plates, Pauline's face blanched with distress. Her thin lips quivered as she read, and then she suddenly stood, begged his pardon, and dashed out into the night.
"I'm so sorry Scott, this has truly been the best night of my life, but I'm putting you in terrible danger," she whispered as she grabbed the left-over breadsticks. Scott was once again left with a broken heart, and a bill for twenty-nine dollars and forty cents.
To be continued...
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