Leonard let the vodka trickle down his throat. The drinking from earlier had him hammered.Something else happened as well. Something inside Len. Waves...of heat rushed through his scalp. The head rush caught him off guard. He blinked, widening his eyes, a flame burnt behind them. There was the vaguest of discomforts in his belly. Like a piece of meat had been, just a tad, too old.Dis-embracing her, Len sat with his back against the pillow, which was in turn against the headboard of the bed. The. Probably it was just her car radio.Being male, and thus semi-oblivious to female Machiavellian plots even under the most ideal circumstances, I didn't even think twice about it and in fact got so tied up with completely catching up on the store's paperwork that I was too busy to watch the clock. I realized with a start a few hours later that it was nearly six o'clock and now I was late! I rushed over to my apartment and saw that Lindsey's Lexus was parked out in front and the car's hood over. I was sitting up on the barstool fumbling with the hem of my short dress and giving him my mystery smile. He probably read my mind because he moved in closer and put his lips on mine. It was a slow and long kiss, soft, quiet but full of great passion and energy.Th e Spanish guitar music was still playing softly , the street lights shone through the tall windows of the dark bar, it was a very romantic setting. So what followed next was only natural and completely broke his plans for the night... Prior to this night, I had had a few bj's from men and enjoyed them but never gave one... although I did, at times, wonder what it would be like. I was in a bar/dance-hall when I met a couple. His name was Gregg, and his wife was Betty. We sat at the same table and through the evening we had several drinks. I danced with Betty several times through the evening and as the drinks flowed, we became bolder with each other... both on and off the dance floor.Towards the end of the evening, Betty.