I’m sorry I led YOU on when I could have just told you from the start. But now I need to know what you want from me. Besides a drinking buddy to sha...e kinky stories with.”They looked at each other a few moments, then after several telepathic exchanges, Carl spoke for the first time since I had entered saying, “Before we actually met you, we thought you’d be a big show off and we could sort of learn some tricks off you.”Jenny continued, “But you didn’t do anything. Or at least nothing I could. Mary wasn't one of those anorexic skinny girls. Rather shehad a more rubenesque build which Pat found quite appealing, he liked alady with some meat on her bones.* * * * *As promised, Mary Sue returned dressed in jeans, a polo shirt and tennisshoes which her feet would be very happy with by the end of the day.Patrick had been watching for her out his office window and met her atthe door this time.Having him standing at the door as she came in was nice. Had he beenwaiting for her? She. I don’t want you to have to wear one of those awful condom things, I want you to be able to feel all the sensations properly.”“I guess so,” I said. I had never thought of that, either me wearing a condom, or Cathy being on the pill. Probably just as well she thought of stuff like that.“I should see if I can find how to get on it – not just yet, but maybe later next year,” she said. “Once you are over sixteen, you don’t need your parents’ permission, and a doctor isn’t allowed to tell them. One thing I?ve discovered,no matter where you are in the world, sports bars are all the same.The slightly rowdy atmosphere and the sense of temporary comradery madeit feel very comfortable.Out of habit I scanned the pub for threats. There was a mixture ofpatrons, travelers just looking to get dinner, others wanting a quickdrink, and a group obviously interested in the match.I saw a family of eight, with an exhausted mother, who had an infanttucked up under a blanket on her shoulder breast.