”“Then yes, of course. I’d love to.”I reached down and found her cock; still thick and tumescent, it was not quite rock-hard. “Hey, you’re...not still hard as a rock! Guess I must have finally put a dent in it.”She giggled again. “No; you keep doing that for about another ten seconds and I’ll stiffen right up.”She proved correct, and I was jealous all over again, dammit! We lay there silently, just enjoying each other’s warmth as I considered something. I decided to take the plunge. “Have you. I was at a loss for words; I had no idea what to say to her. Her resolve seemed to soften at the distress that must have been obvious in my face. "I'm sorry," she said after a moment, and then looked away, "I just can't. Not again." She looked so sad, there were tears in her beautiful eyes. Crying? Here? I wouldn't have thought that possible. I'd never seen someone so sad before, not even in my lifetimes. I stood and went around the desk; sitting next to her I took her hand and tried to be. "My jaw clenched and my hands curled into little fists at that comment.In spite of my rage, though all I could do was stand there glaring asthe butt-pincher walked away. Fucker was gonna get away with it."Miss, have you decided what you'd like?" the bartender inquired.Pulling from my thoughts, I turned to the young man working the standonly to get another idea in my head. "No, but can I ask you something?Did you see if there was anyone else behind me that could've pinched mybutt?" No, miss. . I’m sure he is probably a nice enough guy but just the way he looks at me, you know.”“No not really but if your instincts are that strong, maybe you should listen to them.”“Liz says he’s harmless, just a lady’s man, and that he just flirts with all the women. I think he is the local gigolo and is probably confused why I’m not interested.”“He’ll get over it if he thinks we’re involved. Every time he sees you, we are together so maybe he’ll give up now.”They strolled along the beach. Sara slipped.