A First Date
A First Date By Jeanne Darc (Note: this story is a sequel to The Wedding Party. Please read that story first.) I was waiting in the lobby of my apartment the next day when Natasha arrived to pick me up for our date. I appreciated that she was on time; tardiness is a pet peeve of mine. She was driving a red Alpha Romeo. The engine growled like a lion preparing to spring. Was I the prey? She looked at me but didn't say anything. Just offered me the tiniest of smiles while she opened...