We could go again," Reggiesuggested. Leslie just rolled her eyes."I hate the Scrambler. The fact that it's the best thing here justmeans that everythi...g else sucks that much more." Well, I don't want to leave yet," Reggie said. "This place is kind oflame, but admission was fifteen dollars each. I'm not leaving afterjust a half an hour." Don't you want to go home with me? I bet we can have a lot more funthere," Leslie purred, her demeanor changing rapidly. It was alwayslike that with her. One. ‘Some,’ Evie admitted. ‘Mostly to get the jerks off. I only tasted it once and it tasted much more sour. I worried about…Joe’s flavor, but I guess I wanted it so much that I didn’t mind. I almost liked it.’ ‘Defending your virtue?’ I asked. ‘I guess,’ she admitted. ‘But I’m not a virgin. I got pretty horny when I guy went down on me, and I had to feel what it felt like.’ ‘And?’ asked Jill. ‘It hurt of course at first. Then it started to feel better just as he came. We tried it again a couple. He couldn't help but admire the long legs that stretched out from under her short cheerleading skirt."That's not a regulation length skirt, is it?" he asked, willingly his voice to be whimsical. He gestured with unconscious familiarity, remembering wistfully of the firmness of her bare thigh. "Not that I'm complaining."She smiled and picked up his hand, interlocking her fingers with his. His heart lurched."Just keep your eyes on the road, horn dog. It's my freshman skirt, and I've sort of. You have been here before haven’t you?”“Yes, it used to be a regular Friday night treat.”She laughed. “And then Sunita stole our best customer away from us.”It was my turn to laugh although I wondered why she did not want to come here.“I will get our chef to prepare a special banquet for us,” she said. “Sunita tells me that you enjoy our cuisine.”“It’s the finest in the world,” I told her.“And maybe you would like come back to my home for coffee afterwards?” she suggested after a moment or two.