Turning to the bartender, he continued, "Also, if I may, I'd like to have bourbon on the rocks and if these two people don't mind, I'd like to buy the... whatever they're having."I was going to tell him that we were about to leave but a glance at Cindy told me that she wasn't ready to call it a night yet. I held out my hand to the young man and said, "We really appreciate the offer. I'm Don and this is my wife, Cindy." He shook my hand and extended his hand to Cindy and said, "I'm Jerry and I'm. I slowed the engine and set course, an idea flashing to mind, and I picked up my torch and held it so the guy could see it: a pencil torch with a small, fine beam. His eyes widened a little and his head dipped in agreement so I turned it on, holding my hand over the end and carefully aiming it between the woman’s legs. I lifted my hand slowly and allowed the beam to touch her thighs, lighting them and lighting the bulge in her little shiny panties. The guy kissed her hair and drove his fingers. I feel the warm water from the faucet cascade down my clit and over my swelling lips. I realize I learned a new form of pleasuring myself. I lie there and continue to enjoy the feeling, while still daydreaming. At this point I remember still to this day the thought and image I had in my head. I pictured this guy reaching into my crotch, feeling the dampness, and also getting turned on and unable to control himself. As I picture him lower his head down and moving his face into my wet crotch, I. Shanti is less than qualified because of her name, that’s what.’ She swallowed hard, and dropped her head, unwilling to show him the full extent of her hurt when she added quietly – ‘You might as well have called her a ‘bad seed’.’ Silence greeted her words, and then gentle fingers took hold of her chin and tilted it up so that he could meet her eyes. ‘I’m sorry.’ He repeated quietly. ‘For saying that. I should never have done that.’ ‘You thought it, Joe. That’s the part that hurt the most. You.