The woman read the order back to me, made a notation on it, then gestured to a chair and a cooler. “Help yourself to drinks. Order this size, drinks on the house.” She grinned and disappeared into the back of the restaurant.
The cooler held cans of soda and bottles of juice and water. I pulled out a couple of bottles of water and placed them on the counter, then sat down and made myself comfortable.
I took out my cell phone to check my e-mail. There was nothing, beyond an offer to enlarge my penis and a message from eBay stating someone had hijacked my account and requesting my password in order to clear up the matter. Since Mark seemed happy enough with the size of my cock and I didn’t have an account on eBay, I was about to hit ‘delete all,’ when I had a thought. Mark might find this interesting, and why shouldn’t I let him have some fun with it?
Shortly after I finished forwarding it to his e-mail account, he returned, empty-handed. “Couldn’t you find what you needed?”