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Martin’s Café has been a staple in Overton for over thirty years. Ted Martin’s grandfather started it, and now it was in the hands of his grandson. Ted, the third, had a picture of the three generations on the front window below the name. He even had napkins made with the logo.I stopped there because the food is darn good. He has the thickest malt I have ever had, anywhere. Ted hasn’t succumbed to the new spicy styles. He is keeping it traditional even with the girls’ outfits. The skirts are just short enough to drive you crazy, but the V-neck blouse takes your mind off the skirts.I went by for lunch last Thursday. A new girl came up to take my order. She had a forced smile but remained pleasant. I watched this red-haired lady walk away, but she just seemed unenthused. Her demeanor didn’t improve when she brought my lunch. She set it in front of me and walked away.“Hey Tiny, did you dump it in his lap?” One of the other ladies said it loud enough for her to hear.That was damn rude. I wonder why she was trashing her. I was watching them as I ate my lunch. I was getting madder by the minute. Every time the red-haired lady was close to one of them, a rude remark was made. She just lowered her head and kept walking.I finished my lunch and motioned to her. She handed me the check and I gave her my bank card. When she returned, I signed the receipt and gave her a nice cash tip. She looked at me with wide eyes.“You did a very nice job. Thank you. I would like to ask your name; I want you to be my server.”The look on her face was amazing, but the look on the others’ faces was priceless. God, I loved it. She looked at me with a smile of almost salvation. I still had no idea why they were giving her so much flack.“My name is Cheryl. I work Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday from lunch to close and Saturday open to close. I would be very happy to serve you.”“I am Gary Weston. I work at the office building down the street. It has been a pleasure meeting you and having you serve my lunch. Thank you again, Cheryl.”I made a point of going to the café two or three times a week. Each time I sat at Cheryl’s table, and each time gave her a nice money tip. I would thank her loud enough for the mean women to hear. I liked Cheryl a lot and I wanted to get to know her. One afternoon, I decided to ask Cheryl for dinner. I wanted to do it so there would be plenty of nattering from the old crows when I kocaeli escort bayan left. I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it. The idea came to me on my way to the café. A store was celebrating its thirtieth birthday. I’ll ask Cheryl about her birthday.When I walked in, Cheryl smiled and used her head to direct me to a certain table. I sat down and she brought over my water and coffee. She was smiling as though she knew I had something up my sleeve.“Good afternoon, Gary. How are you doing?”“I am doing well, and yourself?”“Very good. Can I talk you into an order of the meatloaf? Ted has made up one of his best today.”“Well then, meatloaf it is. Now I have a question for you. You don’t have to answer. When is your birthday, not the year, that’s not polite, just the day?”“Well, ah, it is this coming Thursday. I have to work, but I don’t mind.”“When is your next day off?”The crows had lined up on the fence to eavesdrop. This is getting better by the minute. Luck, stay with me.“It’s the day after my birthday. Ted gives us our birthday off, but I always take it the next day. “Well, that could work out great. Can I take you out for your birthday when you finish your shift?”“You want to take me out? You want to take me out for my birthday?”“Yes. You have been so good to me with your service, I would like to thank you by taking you out. Even if it wasn’t your birthday. I think you’re very attractive. Pardon me for being so forward. How about dinner at the Royal Arms?”I could almost hear the gnashing of teeth from behind me. This is just what I was hoping for. I am very attracted to Cheryl. Her face was a glowing smile. I must admit, she was set up a bit, but why waste a good chance to teach the old crows a lesson?Cheryl gave me her address and phone number right then and there. Her smile was ear to ear, and it seemed as though her red hair was shining. It was wonderful to see her so happy.I was at Cheryl’s apartment at seven. I had made reservations for eight o’clock. I mentioned to the lady it was my lady friend’s birthday. She made a notation of the event and said they would do something nice for her. I knocked on her door, she opened it within three seconds. Cheryl was dressed as a lady, but the heads would turn as we would walk through the restraint. She was beautiful. Her red hair cascaded to her shoulders with a slight flip. Her eye makeup was showing off her dazzling kocaeli sınırsız escort blue eyes. Her lipstick was a perfect contrast of red to her hair. She could have been a model.When we arrived at the restaurant we followed the waiter to our table. I watched her legs flow from under her knee-high skirt. Her butt had a soft easy sway, and I enjoyed watching it all the way to the table. The waiter pulled her chair out, and as she sat down, she leaned forward just enough for me to get a glimpse of her cleavage. I ordered wine for us and an appetizer. We unveiled some of our past, her divorce, and mine. She did say she was happy there were no children in her divorce. I agreed. We continued our conversation through dinner and another glass of wine. I asked her if she wanted to sit at the bar for another glass, but she said no. We finished our glass and headed for the parking lot. I opened the car door for her. Cheryl turned to me, still smiling.“I don’t know why you decided to take me out. It seemed like it was timed, but I know it wasn’t. Gary, I have never been so happy in my life, even if it’s for one night. You made me feel wonderful.”“Cheryl, I don’t know why I chose to ask you out the way I did. The truth is, there is a business down the street from the café. They are celebrating their thirtieth birthday in business. That’s where I got the idea. But I wanted to ask you out. I think you are a very attractive lady, and I would like to spend time with you, a lot of time.”“If we would start seeing each other, the cronies at the café would come unglued. They have been there quite a while, I started two weeks before you sat at my table. It had been a long time since I was a server, and I was rusty at it. That’s when they started being rude. You put the smile back on my face, Gary.”I listened intently to what she was saying. I was getting madder than ever about the old crows. When I told her I called them the old crows, she started laughing. She asked me if there was anything else I felt I had to admit to her. I put my arms around her, gently pulled her to me, and kissed her soft red lips. When our lips met, a very soft moan came from her. When we parted, Cheryl was looking into my eyes. Her blue eyes shimmered in the night. Her expression had changed, she had a very romantic look in her eyes and on her lips. I kissed her again.“Gary, take izmit anal yapan escort me home, please,” she said softly.I walked Cheryl to her second-floor apartment. When we got to her door, she stopped before putting the key in the lock. She turned to look at me. Her face was flushed, and she was shaking a little. When she opened the door, she walked in and turned around. She was holding on to the half-open door. Her face was almost as red as her hair. She looked down a bit and opened the door all the way. When I stepped in, Cheryl looked at me with a small tear in her eye. She walked into my arms and held me tight.I gently lifted her face. She was looking at me as though she wanted to cry. Or maybe she was ashamed for some unknown reason. Her apartment was simple, but who needs the Ritz when you’re working for a living? When I looked into her soft blue eyes, I bent over to kiss her. She put her arms around me, got on her tiptoes, and kissed me first. Her lips felt so warm and inviting, but also as though she was scared.“Cheryl, please tell me what you are thinking. I feel like you are apprehensive, but I don’t know why. I hope I am not making you nervous, I want you to feel relaxed and protected. Please be honest with me”“Gary, it has been almost eight years since I have even had lunch with a man. From the first time you came into the café, I thought you were very handsome. Then you always wanted my table, then to ask me out. I never dreamed it could happen. Then you gave me a wonderful birthday dinner and you kissed me. Oh, you kissed me ever so gently. The way I have longed to be kissed. I may be misreading my heart, but I’m in love with you Gary.”“I am in love with you, Cheryl. And that is why I wanted to take you out. It being your birthday was just dumb luck. The first time I saw you at the café, I felt sorry for you. You looked so sad. And for the life of me, I had no idea why those women are so mean to you. Then you told me. Cheryl, I just want you.”“I bought a bottle of wine, hoping you would want to stay. Will stay for another glass?” Her eyes were enticing, alluring, and afraid all at once. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her as softly as I could. She held me like I was going to let her go. When our lips parted, she looked up at me. She bent forward to kiss me again, and she slowly slid her tongue into my mouth. I returned her affection.Cheryl started to pour our wine but was shaking quite a bit. I put my hand on hers to help her steady her hand. She looked at me and gave me a sheepish smile.“Gary, I may need your hand on mine for other things. Your hands are so strong. If you would take the wine to the sofa, I’ll be right back.”
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