Isabella

I took the car key and zoom out to my house and load my stuff back. We started living together again. I made a research about the disease and confirm what she said, it cannot be corrected but it can be managed.

We started living a normal life without intimacy, going to work together and shopping.

We will go to suplex restaurant and eat. We had made it a habit of going there two times in a week. Am now in the 3rd week. The restaurant manager seemed to go out of her way to hire only waitresses, although the occasional unlucky sop might have gotten a male once in awhile. Not all the girls were cute, but most of them were. One in particular, Isabella, the one that served us the first time we came. She was right up my alley.

They all wore something resembling a uniform; mostly it was just the same color scheme. Isabella though, she always wore nice tight, little clothes that did a great job of making the guys want to tip her