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"Let's get the check and go," I said as I looked at my husband Guy across the table at the vegetarian restaurant we were eating at.
"So soon?" he replied surprised, "You've barely eaten your stir fry. Are you okay, Sadie?" he asked with a concerned look.
"I'm fine. Very fine," I responded, giving him a direct look as I reached across the table to give him our secret handshake.
"Oh, I see now," he chuckled with amusement as he looked over at the server headed our way. He quickly scanned our waitress from head-to-toe to see why I was giving him the signal.
Shoulder length blonde hair framing a cute face, small, perky breasts outlined by a thin tank top, lean abs peeking out of yoga pants and a friendly personality: she was my type. She looked like a hippie-dippy, artistic kind who was
