Instead of normal 1880 food, for this special picnic, he opened canned and dried foods that would not be made for a hundred plus years. He had tuna, r...lish, party Chex Mix, Keebler chocolate chip cookies, and rolls. To drink, he brought apple juice. Esther loved all the new flavors especially the cookies.Daniel was a changed man. He saw Esther as his young bride-to-be. His heart and mind lived in 1880. She was not an underage girl or "jailbait". Those words had no meaning to him anymore. She. Once you thought of it like that, it was almost comforting. We began to walk out after a while the conversation picked up. She told me about living with her roommate, who she hated but the rent was cheap. She stated the reason she didn't like the roommate was because, in Roxy's mind, the roommate was almost like a low budget prostitute always having different guys every night. These guys would also buy the roommate stuff that she wanted. I talked about my job. I also told her there was talk of. The deep ripples his attention brought made her cry out. Her fingers tangled in his thick hair and she tried to pull him away. He resisted continuing his sweet torture, until her hands fell away and she lay drowning in pleasure beneath him. When her breasts were so sensitized that she could hardly bear even the touch of the air on them, he began to move further down her body. Dimly she sensed the urgency in him and marveled at how he could restrain it. All of his strength was focused strictly. She smiled at me again, and then began to push the drink back towards the bartender… but just before he cleared it, she put her hand on his and stopped him. She took the glass of pinot noir and slid off her stool. Unabashedly, she walked right over to me. Several of the men at the bar, no doubt the two who had been spurned among them, watched in fascination as she moved like sensual fluid right up to me. She held the glass aloft as is to toast, then looked right into my eyes and said,.