First Night, Blind Date, All That

First Night, Blind Date, All ThatHer Last lover called himself Sir Fuckalot. She tells you this as you stand at the stove, stirring spaghetti sauce, impressing her with your sensitive side. You stop and smile down at the sauce because you're older, wiser, have been around, and you aren't easily intimidated.''Was his name apt?'' you ask.''He was crazy,'' she says as she twists a little on the stool, her fine, angled ass perching perfectly. She crosses her legs and you see, at the ankle, a glimmer...