My wife knows that we both despise this punk, more than anyone else in the world. She has to know that I didn't send him over! Andy was one of those a...noying teens, who plays his music too loud, curses all over the place, and shows nobody any respect. Ron knew we even had to call the cops on him a few times, when his parties would get out of control. So I watched the TV, fully confident that Lisa wouldn't fall for this.Carl then acted like he didn't know who this kid was, and asked Andy to. She made us seat on one such booth. The place was empty. She said it has been on the down low all day today. We are the first and most likely will be the only ones. All the other girls are jealous of her because she got one to get a private dance. Rather got 1 and a half. A bouncer allows us inside and takes a token amount from Crystal.Anyways. I am watching sitting beside my wife, and Crystal starts performing. She sits on Farida’s lap and moves her head close to her neck.Crystal: You smell. .. They remind me how Susan used to smell... stepping out of a shower..."Jim's eyes glazed over, and his face began to have a dazed expression on it. The car continued traveling down the road. The Jazz music playing went totally unnoticed. "Susan... so beautiful... getting dressed... how I'd love to watch her dress... Sweet as the flowers, they smell so nice... in the morning... her playful smiles... catching a glimpse of a bare leg, in the slit of her skirt..."Jim sighed deeply, his heart. I was very good at imagination, so this helped me as I imagined and described, she kept visualizing the same.So, it went on and on. I suddenly said to her, “you are riding. I’m behind you and it started raining and you are wearing hot pants and spaghetti top”. She didn’t say anything I said stop the bike under that tree, this rain won’t stop now. She said ok and I grabbed this opportunity to introduce the erotic part of imagination. I continued narrating my imagination to her,I- I’m sitting.