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"Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart," her husband smiled, leaning over the console and giving her a light kiss to her lightly glossed lips.
"Happy Anniversary, Darling," she smiled, eyes shimmery in the low lighting of the parking deck.
She slipped her engagement and wedding rings off and dropped them into the cup holder. With a nod, her husband slid his own wedding band and his Rolex watch off and dropped those into the second cup holder. Her husband also put his wallet into the cup holder after putting a cheap wallet into the pocket of his trousers.
"Ready?" her husband smiled.
"Ready, she confirmed and opened the passenger door of their Mercedes-Benz.
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It had been their first date; the stranger had come into the lobby and she greeted him with a wide smile and cheerful query if she could help him. The stranger had blurted out that she could marry him and make him the happiest man in the world.
"Well, don't you think you should at least know my name?" she had giggled, unconsciously flinging her waist length carrot orange hair back.
"Doesn't matter; I'm going to call you 'Angel,' the stranger declared.
She paged the manager the stranger had come to see and the stranger disappeared into the myriad of halls that led to the low-level manager's office. Fifty minutes later, the stranger reappeared and again asked her to marry him.
"Tell you what," she smiled. "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day and Ascenni's has a ribeye that is just about fork tender."
She laughed when the stranger declared his relief that she was not a vegan. "They agreed to dinner, then dancing at Club Noir. She texted her address to the stranger and shooed him out of her domain; she was at work after all.
When her date came to her door, she approved of his manner of dress; he wore a light gray suit with blood red shirt and black tie with little hearts all over it. She smiled at the slightly bedraggled roses and the box of chocolates, putting both in her kitchen before leaving the apartment. She was dutifully impressed with her date's automobile and not simply because it was a luxury brand but because it was clean.
For their date, she'd worn a knee length dress of cardinal red. The dress was loose in the skirt, giving teasing glimpses of her legs as she walked. She'd paired the dress with smoky thigh high stockings and black patent leather pumps. Her red hair had been twisted into a thick French braid that hung down over her left shoulder. The neck of the dress did scoop low and her push-up bra did give a little definition to her 28B chest.
The steaks at Ascenni's Steakhouse lived up to their reputation. The brick oven reached temperatures of 1200 degrees Fahrenheit and the steaks were cooked on a cast iron grill. She ordered the ribeye, medium rare and nodded when her date echoed the order. She also approved of her date's order of the twice-cooked baked potato, fully loaded. For herself, though, she could not pass up their sweet potato hash.
Their conversation was good; she confessed she was nineteen; this was her first job. And, it was her very first apartment too. Her mother and father had been worried sick when their baby girl flew the nest; she was the baby of the family. Her three older sisters and one older brother had not moved far from the family home, preferring to live in the sleepy little community they'd been raised in for all of their lives. For herself, though, she just knew she had to get out, experience life.
Her date's story was vastly different. Her date had grown up in the heart of the cruel city, scraping and scrapping for every little thing that came his way. Her date was the middle child of a crack addicted whore so never knew who his father was. His older sister was also a whore and his older brother was in the Navy. His younger brother was in prison, doing twenty five to life and his youngest sister had been missing from the home since 20017.
Her date had worked any job that he could, saving every penny he could. When a school friend started developing software, he'd appointed himself as their sales manager. And, four years later, they were doing all right.
After refreshing lemon sorbet and thick expresso, they left the restaurant. Waiting for the valet to return with his car, they shared their first kiss. It was just a closed mouth peck; her high heels put her at only an inch or two shorter than himself. But that simple kiss was an electric one that left them both a little flushed.
Finding the parking deck across from the trendy nightclub, her date pulled the ticket stub and waited for the gate to lift. Her date drove up four levels; apparently Club Noir, Polynesian Seafood Hut, Periwinkle's Arcade, Sinsations Gentlemen's' Club, and 88 Keys Jazz Club were really hopping on this Valentine's Day.
They shared another quick little kiss before her date opened his car door and stepped out. Ever the gentleman, he came around and opened her door for her. She took his hand, playfully flashing him a goodly expanse of her stocking clad leg before stepping out of the car.
The moment the car gave off the 'chirp' that let them know that the car was securely locked and the alarm was activated, two young men stepped from behind the battered Oldsmobile to the passenger side of the Mercedes-Benz. She let out a small squeak of surprise; the Latino to the right had to be one of the largest young men she'd ever seen.
Her date stepped between her and the two young men. Neither she nor he saw the three young men step around the front of the car, coming from in front of the Buick SUV to stand behind her.
Though quite large, the black youth was dwarfed by his Latino companion. Both young men smiled menacing smiles at their two captives. Bravely, her date stepped forward, handsome face set hard.
Ahhe let out a squeal of surprise when the three young men behind her grabbed her; one on each arm and the third putting his hand over her mouth.
Her date turned to see what had caused her to squeak and saw that she was being held. Still, he braved throwing a punch at the large Latino. His punch would have caused any normal combatant to stagger; her date was not a weak man. The Latino simply laughed at the futile effort.
"Yo, puta? Manuel? He don't like that," the black man said.
She struggled; both young men that held onto her arms had taken their free hands and were now groping her 28B chest. The third young man had his other hand around her slim waist, pressing his erect cock against the small of her back.
"Yeah, I don't like that," Manuel laughed and slapped her date across the face.
Her date staggered against the car and saw stars from the blow. Her hate then tried to punch the black youth and received a staggering blow to his solar plexus for his troubles.
