SamChapter 10D
Without my seat-cushion, I was back to being the shortest person at the table. The bench seats of the booth were narrow and close to the table. My boobs were forced over the edge. If I wasn't careful, I would bump into someone's glass and get beer spilled all over me. Dave pointed to the guy across from me. "That's TJ," he said. "Hi, TJ," I said, "I'm Sam. Nice to meet you." TJ was bordering on chubby, but it didn't look too bad on him. He had dark hair, which he unfortunately...