" Well, they taste good, I'll admit that." So do the various cheeses. My mum would buy goat cheese from Gidgegannup, borello from Oakford and sheep ch...ese from Nannup. It's just that it's not your thing. But I don't eat pickles at breakfast." True, true. Most foods are cultural artifacts." Can we kiss and make up?" Of course. But I'm still concerned about Audie." I presume you didn't see her. Isn't she back?" I'm not sure. We wouldn't have had class together today, anyway. I didn't see Gerry or. A distant beat began to drum my veins, bubbling, roiling, a hammering starting in my ears and rippling the length of my body, eddying my pelvis. The decision over whether to come was no longer mine to make. One hand clutched the table edge while the other coaxed tumbling wetness from inside. Seconds later the restaurant faded, to be replaced with dancing colours as the borrowed linen bore the brunt of my orgasm. I was vaguely aware of panting, trying to keep as much of a lid on what I was. " His spit dripped down into my face in his fury as he squeezed and battered into me. I lost consciousness and he dragged me back into the bathroom kneeling on the floor with me, pushing my head into the icy water of the tub. I came to quickly choking and struggling and he pulled my head out of the water by my hair. He kneed my legs apart and shoved his big, thickly veined cock into my ass and I screamed. He lifted and dropped my head in the same rhythm he stroked my ass. At his last. I knew now that there was no going backand besides I had no desire too. I planned on stopping at the DMV to geta new DL. Bob, ever the gentleman, offered to take the day off andaccompany me to the office but I told him no, that it was important thatI do it alone. As a compromise I agreed we could meet for lunch and goto the DMV together. I rose up on my toes and kissed him goodbye at thedoor. I reveled in how feminine a gesture it was and how warm I feltkissing my "man" at the door. .