

PARADISE. Part 3.4 (Narration from a male name) Having finished drinking to the bottom, we proceeded in the opposite direction, on the way again watching the fucking couples. I reflected on how quickly I began to feel normal seeing such things. Entering the restaurant, we were immediately seated by a perky Latin American, who took orders for drinks and left us with the menu. I settled on chicken enchiladas and put the brochure aside. It was then that I saw the puzzled look on my friend's face. - What happened? She whispered softly so that I could look to the left as imperceptibly as I could. Turning, almost immediately I noticed what, or rather, at whom she was looking. Most of the other tables were filled with couples or groups of three or four people smiling and chatting with each other. But at one of the tables not far from us sat a stunning youn.g black girl. She looked like a model, thin and fit, with high cheekbones and slender features. The odd thing was that she sat alone with a distant, almost melancholic look on her face, absentmindedly gnawing on corn chips. To be continued...