A meal, a talk. Glass of wine, two. Dozen steps to the door, adozen to my car. The alley." He softly clapped his hands. "There.You've done it. If you ...hould want to try."My hands somehow had floated to my throat Not quite touching, but stillI felt my pulse hammer.Two fingers gently pull, thumb pushed, button undone.I saw his eyes dart to the feathering of lace I had unveiled. Widen."I would," I said.***It's not as simple as desire, not just a layer, or even two. It's art.Perhaps it was when I. Neil looked trapped. We loaded our plates like it was the last breakfast.We turned back to Bob. I asked, "Did it hurt?"Bob answered, "No. It feels very nice. I suppose you all want treatments.There was a masculine grunt of yes.Bob said, "I'll talk to Mary/Fran."Sally asked, "What?"Neil said, "Bob can fuck for forty eight hours straight."Sally said, "Oh. Oh, OH, OOOHHH! Yes Neil you need that!" She fed him an oyster.We laughed.Our women started to drift into the restaurant.Cynthia looked at me. More

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