She is a body language savant:. From the moment he sat down, her leg was on his. He just kept turning away. He'd wiggle his chair back and forth, she'd takes her tennis braceletted hand and rub her chest, then bring it up to her mouth, runs her leg along his, reach down to grab her purse, slooooowly, her head nestled in his lap. Nothing. So she proceded to lick, then pretty much swallow, her straw. Up and down, up and down, that straw has something to write home about. But the guy was just not responding. She pretty much unzipped his pants, jumped on and rode him, and the whole time he just sat there, completely intimidated. We took pictures.

They headed off to the restaurant next door, where you have to wait like an hour for the tables (we had just come from there ourselves. Yum.). He did NOT have to buy her dinner.

She walked out first, not looking back to see if he ws following, but looking to pick someone else up on the way out. Flipping her hair all over. A perfect beastly exit.