Recent Blog: PUMP THAT ASS - PUMPTHATASS gasped as the limo pulled up to Le Petite Chou, probably the most expensive restaurant in all of Bayfield. As a bribe for putting out, Jerry had offered to take her there some time, but Mindi thought her virginity was worth far more than French Onion Soup and Escargots.
Once inside, Mindi sat on one of the plush leather couches while she waited for Mr. Williamson to arrive. She looked at the decor, everything was first-rate. There were nice art prints on the wall, the reception desk clerk was dressed nicely in shirt and tie. All the woodwork was oak and the brass was polished until it gleamed. The music was soft and not blaring and the aromas of the food were making Mindi ravenous.
"Excuse me ¡V Mindi?" Mindi turned at the sound of a rich, bass voice.
"You are Mindi, aren't you? Sascha told me to be on the lookout for a tall, leggy blonde in a black evening dress who would knock my socks off ... and, well ... "
Mindi giggled at the compliment. "Yes, I'm Mindi. You should be careful about going around sockless, your feet might get cold."
