When Sal walked in, my wife spotted him immediately. Even I had to admit, if I were a woman, my mouth would drool for him.

He was wearing tight, faded blue jeans and a flannel shirt with the sleeves cut off to reveal his muscular arms and his tattoo. The buttons were open on the shirt, showing his muscular, hairy chest. He apologized to us for being late.

He very politely shook my hand as he introduced himself, then gave my wife a very approving look and a soft, semi-open-mouth kiss. We immediately hit it off with him. After the nervousness in my wife went away, she was all over Sal, flirting and giggling and playing with his hair and such. It wasn’t long before he placed his hand on her leg as he talked to us. The conversation at the beginning was just general get-to-know-you banter, and soon it became... Read More