“But it looks like we’ll have to share a chair.” “I’m not sure we’ll both fit on one. My ass is too big,” I say. “I’ll stand.” “I like your ass,” he says softly. He puts his free hand in the back pocket of my shorts and squeezes. “I like your hips and your waist, too.” “What else do you like?” “Do you want the nice guy version? Or the version that’s going to make me sound like a sleazeball?”
