”“Miss Jar, what are you drinking?” I wasn’t chugging it but wasn’t sipping it either.I smiled, “It’s a Heineken dark variety. I like it... The fluted glass was the bartender’s idea.”He chuckled. “From what Charles tells me, you would prefer a bottle or a mug.”“That’s true. I’m not impressed with this glass. I don’t drink much and never to impress others.”He smiled. “I hope you’ll accept my daughter’s invitation to come to Landers. I think you would be a breath of fresh air in our small country.. After that minute I whispered, "Turn around Mike."When he did his jaw dropped. I had taken the time to undress. He had come in the room wearing only a pair of cut-off shorts. The most difficult thing in getting them down was the fact that he had a hard-on that I almost couldn't free because it had stretched the material so tight. I stood on my tiptoes again and put my arms around his neck. Then I kissed him.I kept my arms wrapped around his neck and drew him along with me as I backed towards. She explained that the bride and groom had sent her ahead to check if everything was in order, particularly the wedding cake, and the curator was more than happy to show her around.When she managed to get alone with the cake, she commiserated with it. It too, would be used once, and then never again. She quickly glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, and then she took a deep breath."Sorry, Mr. Cake..." she said, approaching it on her heels, her hips swaying sensually. "You. "Let me start it for you Ricky."Jordan was getting the idea now as he bent over, looking under the hood asRicky was practically on top of him. They leaned back as Jordan just smiledat him this time, twirling his hair more quickly, as Ricky walked over tothe driver's door and looked in, staring at the gauges and shook his head."I think you just need gas," said Ricky, closing the hood."Oh, I thought that might be it." Candice played the dumb girl part. "So wemight need a little help with that.