"Here. Let me make you some coffee." he said."What happened... last night?" Tamara managed to say."Oh, you got drunk, and started to make a fool of yo...rself. You leapt up on a table and shouted out that you were the Defender, and that all the evildoers in the club should beware your wrath. Then, you tried to pick a fight with some bruiser. You're lucky he only laughed at you. The bouncer going to throw you out on the street, but I told him that I'd take you home. I would have, but I don't know. My gray hair was getting thinner, and my gut showed I hadn'tgotten much exercise in years. I wore a shirt that although stillflamboyant had not been stylish in five years and some tan Dockers. Deckshoes with no socks completed my ensemble. For accessories, I chose apair of cheap sunglasses. Anything to block out the day.As I reemerged, looking - I thought - reasonably human, I lit a cigaretteand was rewarded with my ever-increasing smoker's cough."You need to put that out," Apollo told me. "The. It wasn't until she began relaxing that Kassi realized that the Mercedes stuck out like a sore thumb. The cars parked on either side of the street were typical ghetto junkers or elaborately customized street thug rides. Two thugish looking black gang bangers began approaching the car. They were both heavily muscled and covered with tattoos, wearing low riding baggy jeans with tank tops. The bigger of the two adjusted his ball cap which was cocked off to the side and knocked on the window.. “You wanna see some more?” He nodded at the stupid question and she leaned right back in her seat and lifted her dress up. My cock was still hard while she was putting on a show and I gave myself a squeeze while I glugged my wine back. The waiter was cool as a fucking cucumber, one hand in his pocket giving his own cock a rub, he filled my glass back up again without missing a beat and without taking his eyes of Lorna who was using three fingers on her puffy cunt. He passed the now empty.