They chatted and flirted at the bar one evening as he was mixing drinks. My wifes friends told her “He likes you!”. She told him all about her c...asses and he told her that he had grown up on the Western Slope of Colorado and that his family had all been coal miners. He was like “Fuck that shit!” and had enrolled in college, gone for one year and had dropped out and became a bartender to make ends meet. And that he had been tending bar ever since.He told my wife that he lived in a trailer. Well it was still early, but I was hungry, surely she wouldn't want me to starve just to handle some of the minor details for her wedding?My cell phone rang and naturally it was her, calling to tell about what she was doing. She was upset because she had flubbed her intro speech. Some of her colleagues had laughed, but she took it very seriously."I'm just going to go to bed, and wake up early, to get to the airport to fly back to you Cal," she said."I can hardly wait," I said.We said our. Ah, the atmosphere! The beauty!The end of the world is so sweet to young people. The sole meunière was exquisite but the magret overcooked. The flesh barely bled under the knife. You shared a tiramisù and fought over the bill. The waiter was old and an arse. A stingy tip was the loudest form of your polite contempt.Walking side by side, you heard it first a street away from the restaurant. It was a deep roar, coming from the city's throats. You looked at each other and without a word you. He was happy to oblige. Now the creaking of the bed was joined by the sound of their skin slapping together, and the bed frame knocking against her bedroom wall. Every thud coincided with each thrust of his penis, getting faster and faster, and he was sure that there was no way that his mother in law didn't hear him fucking her daughter. God, how he wanted Elle to want him to fuck her too, and how he'd love to whip out his dick and shove it in her mouth the next time she said something.