“Don’t fret, I’ll not hurt thee.” I promised and then first I ran me fingers gently up her thighs and then I started to part her cunt lips wit... me fingers. It weren’t the first time. Her cunt was well used.“Looks like you been bloody shagging already?” I announced“Oh no, of course not,” she insisted, ”How can you say such a thing?””Well your bloody maidenhead‘s long gone,” I observed, “If thee ent had a bloody bloke I suppose thee’s been fucking thee’s sen wi a bloody Candle then has tha? Like. "Ta-Da," I exclaimed proudly! She lifted her leg invitingly, and I answered R.S.V.P. with my tongue. Using my patented up and down, side to side motion (yes, it's patented so expect calls from my lawyer if you are infringing on my rights.) and on my knees like an altar boy at a Bishop's retreat. Keeping an eye out for prudes, the vice squad or an irate editor who will delete that last remark with the speed of Barry Allen. (There's the horribly obscure pop culture reference you despise me for,. " Well, I brought a six-pack and ... " he pulled offthe shirt with a flourish and tossed it in her lap.Celia picked it up and pressed her face into thecloth. Her insides seemed to flip as she breathed inhis scent, felt his body heat. She looked up at him,his arms, his shoulders and felt an awful yearning.Reaching into the bag for another beer she chanted,"More beer, more Stephan, more beer, more Stephan."He slid down his zipper and Celia tipped the bottleand gulped. Midnight swims were suddenly. Except now, well, now I see a pattern. ‘Her name’s Brooke, Ben. Her name is Brooke, and she’s just trying to work her way through college, and she was really grateful for the tip that I left and the note I left for her manager. She’d be more grateful to know she’ll never have to deal with you if I could explain to her how sure I am that’ll happen, but regardless: you’re never going to come back to this restaurant, Ben. And if you ever run into Brooke again, you’ll kindly leave her alone. And.