![]() ![]() But Stacy had postponed introducing us until our third date, which was our first dinner-and-a-movie outing. Payne as early as possible, to reassure him that he could trust me to treat his daughter well. When we met a couple of weeks ago, she had warned me that her father was overprotective and zealously guarded her from potential boyfriends. She stood beside us as we shook hands, and though a smile creased her lovely face, her eyes held a hint of apprehension. Stacy was short and petite, her skin as smooth as cream, her exotic features framed by long black hair. His natural fur probably served just fine. No doubt in winter he didn’t need to wear a coat. He had an Afro, a grizzly black beard, crisp hairs covering his muscular arms, and on the back of his meaty hands hair so dense he probably had to comb it. He continued to smash my hand in his grip. I forced the words out of my mouth it was a struggle to keep from whining like a puppy. I tried to conceal my anguish when I addressed him. Pain snapped through my fingers and traveled up my arm. I offered my hand, and the bearish man in front of me swallowed it in his massive grip. ![]()
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