Good, she thought, she liked that. She didn’t want to be the only one excited about their date. After a quick and silent kiss, Kerry drifted around ... little, giving him the space to finish his call, and when he had, they entered the restaurant together. It was surprisingly empty given its reputation and popularity and that didn’t quite suit her purpose. She had hoped they could fade into the crowd, but if the restaurant stayed this empty then they would be the sole focus of all the waiters’. She flushed, "Was one of them a redhead?"I nodded yes."That must have been Harry Short. The other one could have been either Billy Neubert or Ronny Holbrook." Care to tell me about it?" It started" Pat began, "when I was sixteen and babysitting for spending money. I was having a hard time controlling some of the younger boys and I mentioned it to my friend Marsha. She told me that the way she got the rowdy ones to behave was to jack them off. She told them they were going to play a game and had. Or anyone else.”“So Boston Shorty, my attention, full bore, is now what you have. Itʼs not what I want you to have, itʼs not something -- my attention -- which I toss around to every Tommy Tilt which crosses my path, but it seems now that you have purchased it for the duration. Or until I tell Tiny to decide which of your limbs are optional to your locomotion.”“Mr. Weenie Beany, did I not come here to you volunteer-wise? Did I not ankle all the way down from West 52nd Street? Which, as you can. We finished our lunch, sharing a banana.“You have very long eyelashes for a bloke” she said “and, if you don’t mind, I could do with a little help”. I just nodded. “Err.. ok, sure. What do you need help with?”She knelt over towards me “Well, I saw you looking” she said, and took hold of my arm. “You do know that a woman can always tell when a man is eyeing her up.” She pulled my hand underneath her fleece, pressing it onto her warm boob. It felt warm, soft, and sweaty.I felt a thrill inside..