Michael was waiting patiently at the table. It was a large, boisterous bar. Most were eating but some were drinking and chatting away. Paula was a bit late but she had texted to let him know. It would be such a shame if she didn’t show, he was wearing his finest suit just in case she was interested.
Then she appeared in the distance quickly walking towards him wearing a black gown and in high heels. Her red hair caressing her shoulders. He had never before seen such beauty.
She gave him a warm hug before sitting down next to him in his wheelchair
“Sorry, for being late. Had to make sure that I looked perfect for ya.”
“You achieved that anyway. You’re looking gorgeous.”
“So what are we going to eat?”
“Oh turkey and ham for me. What are you going to have?”
“I think the cod fillet.”
The setting was quite dark and romantic in the corner that he had chosen, making Michael slightly nervous. So, he started chatting about college once more, but she seemed to have lost interest in the subject somewhat. She started to take control of the situation.
“Tell me about your family.”
“What do you like to watch on tv?”
She was making it all so comfortable for him and she even laughed at his silly jokes.
The food was long gone by now and they were both on their fourth pint of ale.
“So, do you think its okay for the woman to make the first move?”
Michael thought it an odd question. Was she checking his feminist credentials?
“Of course, this is the twenty-first century after all.”
“I really like you. Can I kiss you?”
“Yeah.”
She moved her chair over beside his wheelchair, then leaned in for a kiss.”
Michael opened his mouth and her tongue entered. He could feel her hands touching his arms and chest.
She whispered –
“Next date is in your place.”
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