He is one of the customers that waitresses hate, the kind that seats himself regardless of any lineup, and always picks the dirty table in the section...full of clean ones. He watches her come in and his radar goes haywire. She must be loaded, bitch is loaded…look how dirty she is, she can barely walk…she looks terrified…. A terrible, but scarily inviting, thought surfaces in his mind. Maybe she’s retarded. Without any conscious effort on his part, his dick starts to get hard. Six months, a year. We went to the bar and I went to find a table, in the lighter, brighter extension. I handed him a menu. We ordered said food with a choice of new potatoes or chips, vegetables or salad. Wayne had: Black Pudding – Grilled black pudding with chorizo sausage, rosemary and shallot pamentier potatoes in a mustard cream sauce. I had: Heiffer Pie – Beef and heifers pride ale Pie, baby onions and bay leaves with a suet and short crust pastry lid. The portions were very generous. The pie tasted. The ground floor of the house was made up mostly of a huge living room that was faced by the huge picture window we'd seen from outside, a large kitchen with a huge walk in pantry, stainless steel professional grade appliances, a library/study/office that was quite a bit larger than I expected. This was not a converted bedroom, it was too big. There was a downstairs bedroom towards the back of the house. A mudroom connected to a huge, long garage that looked more like a converted horse barn or. “What if someone…” I was still speaking when he held me from my waist, bending me back as his tongue traveled inside my mouth. I let go my weight as my long black hair touched the floor. I wouldn’t regret if I would die in those strong arms in that moment. I felt like a leaf and he was the tree. “No one comes to my room Didi,” he said pulling me towards him and kissed my neck with vigor, then slightly bit it. His lips moved towards my ear, rubbing on my neck, and he whispered in my left ear,.