When we got to the restaurant, he apparently wasn't there yet, so we gave the hostess a brief description of Ron and told her that we were expecting h...m. We sat down at a table with our backs to the wall. Brandie was so nervous; I thought she might hyperventilate if she didn't settle down! We ordered a couple of drinks and tried to relax. Ron showed up about 10 minutes later. As he approached our table, it was obvious that he was much more handsome than his pictures had showed. He introduced. Steve was looking sheepish. Niall raised an eyebrow in his direction."Sorry, boss," he said, "I fucked up big-time."Liam muttered a terse "Later."All our attention was on the tall, slim figure that emerged from the darkness into the lighted kitchen.It was his eyes that I noticed first. They were incredibly like Angela's but not the same. There was a feral glint to his that Angela's lacked. His face was grave and unlined. He had short grey hair that showed just a hint of curls. It was cut high. "Probably part of an old outhouse, corn crib or some such. We might be able to hold on to that and float to shore. It's big enough." You think so? Why don' you go and get some help. I'll wait here." Don't think it's safe," I said. "There's snakes and other animals. The creek might rise again. And there's nothing to eat."She nodded. "I'll try," she said. She took a deep breath, and I enjoyed watching that.I pulled the broken clapboard wall down where we could reach it, helped her get situated. She sat up suddenly. Was it over? Oh no! She reached over and got a string of little foil packets. Rubbers! She said, “Watch carefully”. Using her teeth, she tore open one of the little packets and took out a circular roll of rubber. Then she leaned way over me and took my purple penis, still stiff as a pole, in her mouth! She slid it into her throat, paused for a second, and then withdrew leaving it flooded with saliva, and on fire. Next she deftly placed the rubber on top of my cock and ran.