*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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"Oh. My. God; if I have to act like one more brat is just so cute, I'm going to puke," Jenna Bancroft whispered in her husband's ear while smiling.
Dan chuckled, then squatted down to congratulate a little girl on being 'the best little fairy he'd ever seen' then shook hands with the little girl's father, one of his employees.
"Come on, Jenna; you didn't think that was a cute little play?" Dan asked as they left the church building.
"Damn it; Tommy's will be closed by the time we get there," Jenna said, looking at her watch.
"What about there?" Dan asked, pointing across the street to a hamburger restaurant.
"Sure," Jenna shrugged; flinging her long red hair out of her eyes, a movement that caused her breasts to jiggle.
Dan smiled; when Jenna did that, a man who had been ogling Jenna's large breasts actually walked into a parked car. The man's wife was not amused, but because they were escorting 'the evil step-mother,' she couldn't slap her husband.
Valencia Waggamon looked up from her cell phone when an attractive man and very attractive younger woman walked in. She wasn't very good at identifying designer labels but the pretty eighteen year old girl could tell that the man's suit was an expensive one; it looked like it had been tailored just for him. The woman's dress also looked like it had been sewn onto her, and if the necklace she was wearing was real gold, it came with a hefty price tag.
"Hi, y'all sit anywhere," Valencia cheerfully said and put her cell phone under the counter.
"Y'all ever been here before?" Valencia asked, putting two laminated sheets in front of them.
"No, just noticed it when we left the church," Dan said, nodding with his head at the church across the street.
"Oh, okay, well, it's called 'Chuck' because our burgers are made with one hundred percent real ground chuck..." Valencia launched into the restaurant's spiel.
"She's gorgeous," Jenna whispered to Dan when the slender African-American girl sauntered off to fetch their drinks.
"She really is," Dan agreed, looking at the girl.
Valencia stood at five feet and four inches, weighing one hundred and four pounds. She had slim hips, tiny waist, and perky 32 B breasts. Her rear end did jut out a little; she called it a 'ghetto booty.'
Her straight black hair reached to just below her shoulders and she had added playful blonde streaks to it. Her skin was clear, a very light brown in tone.
Her brown eyes were large; her last boyfriend had called them 'cow eyes' and her nose was a small snub nose. Her lips were full and her teeth were straight and white.
"So y'all decided?" Valencia asked as she put the two mugs of draft beer on the table.
(She wasn't old enough to be serving the alcoholic beverages; if an employee of St. Elizabeth Parish had witnessed such a flagrant violation of St. Elizabeth ordinance, Chuck would have been shut down immediately. In St. Elizabeth Parish, it was illegal for anyone under twenty one years of age to serve alcoholic beverages.)
"I'm going to have the Veggie Burger; please add jalapenos. Oh, and Swiss cheese, please," Jenna decided.
"Quarter pound, half..." Valencia asked.
"Oh, quarter pound, please, the sweet potato fries; where's your little girls' room?" Jenna asked.
Jenna gave her husband a quick peck on the lips and strolled to the restroom.
"Tropical Chuck, half pound, medium well, no pickle or onion please, um, and the home fries, please," Dan smiled, handing Valencia their laminated menus.
Jenna exited the restroom just as Valencia breezed past to tell the cook of the order. She nodded to her husband and Dan relaxed slightly.
On more than one occasion, Jenna had made them leave a restaurant based on her opinion of the restroom. Obviously, she'd been pleased with this one.
Also, both Dan and Jenna appreciated the fact that the waitress was the waitress, and the cashier was the cashier. Few things are handled more than money; therefore, fewer things are filthier than money.
And here we are; Tropical, no onions, no pickles," Valencia said, putting the heavy platter down.
"Thank you Sweetheart," Jenna smiled.
"Welcome, Honey," Dan said.
"Thank you?" Valencia questioned, putting the veggie burger down in front of Jenna.
"He loves onions, but whew! That breath," Jenna smiled
"Oh!" Valencia said, nodded in approval.
"Oh, but let me tell you; she goes out of town? I'm putting onions on everything," Dan smiled. "Even my Lucky Charms."
"You do not; don't tell this poor girl such foolishness," Jenna smiled, squeezing his knee.
Valencia watched as the couple ate. The attractive couple shared food from each other's plates, nodding in satisfaction as they did.
"So how was it?" she asked, putting the check on the table.
"Next time, I'm getting that, what was that?" Jenna asked, pointing to Dan's plate.
"Tropical. And if I'm not in a suit and tie, I'm getting that Texas one," Dan agreed.
"Ooh, that is a good one," Valencia agreed. "But you're right; it can get kind of messy."
"So what time do you close?" Jenna asked.
"Ten minutes ago," Valencia shrugged.
"Oh, dear, why didn't you say something? Come on Sweetheart, pay the girl so she can go home," Jenna ordered.
"Yes Honey," Dan said, pulling out a twenty and a five.
Oh, there's no rush, really," Valencia said.
"So, how are you getting home?" Jenna asked as a few raindrops struck the window.
"Walking, but it's not that far," Valencia said as a few more drops hit the window.
"Nonsense; we'll drive you. Sweetheart, go get the car," Jenna said.
"Pay the girl, get the car, boy it just never stops with you, does it?" Dan smiled and kissed his wife before walking to the door.
"Go ahead; I got it," the woman behind the cash register assured the slightly befuddled girl.
"Thank you," Valencia told her manager.
"Sit up front, Sugar, so you can point out where to go," Jenna decided when the Mercedes-Benz stopped close to the door.
"Oh, thank you, Sweetheart!" Jenna said when Dan came to the door, umbrella in hand. "Sugar, you wait there, okay?"
"Anything for you; I did promise that," Dan said and escorted his wife to the idling car.
"Wow," Valencia said, impressed when Dan returned to the door for her, umbrella held out.
"So, where to?" Dan asked and Valencia told him the address.
