Kapitel 137: Getting Comfortable

Billie Bob Taylor 

I looked good. I knew I looked good. In fact I was pretty sure the air around me knew I looked good. There was not a doubt in my mind that today I would get what I wanted from Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira. 

Him and I were going out for lunch in the city as a treat to me for, well, being me? I had no idea why I was being treated to lunch at one of Benedito's fancy hotels in the city but I would be mad to deny free food. 

As a guarantee to finally have him begging at my feet I wore tighter black jeans, well they were not really tight they were just my size instead of the one size bigger ones I usually wore. A tight brown jersey that showed of a decent amount of my muscles, even though I lost weight over the weeks. Black boots, my matching Stetson hat and a brown leather jacket that had a beige woolly inside and matching collar.