The Girl
It had been about two years since Samantha's last date with Tim. They had gone out for dinner to a three-star Italian restaurant downtown. Tim had, all of the sudden, remembered that he had not brought his wallet along so Samantha had to charge it to her credit card, herself. He, then, asked for some cigarettes, before taking him home. She never saw or spoke to Tim, again, and had pretty much given up on dating. Samantha sat a small round table, twiddling her thumbs in front of the place setting before her. Connor had left to go to the restroom while they were waiting on there order. She looked up as he came smoothly, strolling, in, almost gliding from the west end of the restaurant. He smiled at her as he approached the table. She half smiled back, and blushed a bit. He sat down across from her and cleared his throat while taking his cloth napkin from the table and placing it on his left thigh. "So, Samantha. Uh, what do you do." He asked with spunk in his voice. "Well, I am a bank teller at First National on the west side, it attend night classes at the University. My major is secondary education." "So you like children!" he replied with a bit of enthusiasm in his voice. "Uh, no. Actually I cannot stand ki
"So are you from New York originally?" "No. By the time she was finished the party had already began, but she knew that and that was the way she liked it. " "Can I ask why?" Conner asked timidly. Connor answered, "Yes it's pretty tough. My mother would bath me and dress me like a little porcelain doll. Her head was really swelled up and there was blood every-*censored*ing-where. "It was really hard for me to handle it. Life was great until she did that bull*censored*. Right when I *censored*ing needed her the most in my as a little kid, she decided to give up on life, on me, and on my father. She died when I was eleven years old.
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