AS we sat around the table, Candy can’t stop talking about herself, the restaurant, and everything else under the sun. Uncle Aaron seems too enamored and can’t stop looking at her and doesn’t seem to want to stop her from talking. I looked at Eric and he seemed amused at Candy himself. I noticed him looking at her bo*bs every now and then as well.
He noticed me looking contemptuously at him and he took my hand as he asked, “So, is your name Candy with a C or a K?”
Candy: “Oh, it’s a C. Funny story actually--”
Before she continued with her tirade, I interrupted her by saying “I’m starving. Why don’t we order our food?”
We looked at the menu and the selection seemed amazing. I wanted to ask my uncle what he’ll be ordering but I’m so pissed off at him right now to talk to him. I might be
