I think I notice you glancing over at me – but I am not sure, so I give you a little smile and you smile back. I keep looking you over, my eyes runn...ng from your lovely blonde hair to your smiling face, then admiring those breasts before feasting myself on those legs, and the stockings which I know you are wearing. I wonder if they are hold-ups or whether you have suspenders. I think I will just have to be left pondering on that one.But then you move slightly on your stool – and your skirt. We got to the place and the parking lot had one car in it. It was a dark place in a small strip mall next to republic airport, i was unimpressed. I had seen ads every sunday of how many couples were there on saturday nights and it looked empty. We went in and it was a very small place, not many toys or videos with just the employee there. Over his head was a sign for the theater. I asked mila if we could go in, she asked why, i said to see what it looked like annnnnnnd maybe you could give me. Im still holding on to my boxers, and then he orders me to drop them to the floor. I did as he told me, and then noticed my foot funk getting stronger from the floor board heat still running. “Roll up your window” Again I did as told—goddamm this is going slow. I wished he would just get to it. “Damm you fuckin stink fag boi” I just kinda grinned a bit, and then Ron tapped me on the head with the gun. “Get the fuck out” I opened the door, now shaking from real fear. I figure he was gonna drop. ." Why don't you then?" Pops sat up a little straighter. "Well there was this one time, back in... '46 I think. My daughter Lucinda..."And so Alex and Pops spent a pleasant few hours celebrating life."You know, Alex." Pop's said at length. "You're a good kid. A rare breed these days." I hear that quite often." Alex laughed bitterly. "Usually as someone is reaping the fruits of my labor. Even when someone tries to set the record straight I'm usually just brushed aside. Until they need something.