First, it established me in his mind as a nice guy, someone he didn't have to worry about. Second, she thought I'm a gentleman. He said sure. He was n...t wild about the idea, but he didn't want to feel like he was overreacting because then she would have got upset. Its the old 'Don't you TRUST me' idea."So then I was dancing with her. I had already found out her name and told her she must have been a professional dancer at one time, she was moving so incredibly well. She blushed but she also. But they’d cover the seven-point spread they were favored by.Well. His team lost. And by twenty-four points. Would’ve been higher, if we’d not given up so many garbage points in the last quarter.That following Saturday I stopped by Joe’s place to collect. Joe wasn’t there, but Dianna was. She knew I’d be there to collect. What she didn’t know was how much. She’s s pretty woman that gets ugly when she’s mad, and when I left. She was fuming mad.Dianna knows that Joe and I bet with each other on. ” She leans in and kisses me slowly, tugging gently on my lip, cupping her hand over my crotch and gently squeezing.I lightly moan as she rubs me over my shorts. She unzips my shorts and undoes the button, slipping her hand inside my boxers to pull out my semi-hard cock. She smiles when she sees it and massages it in her hand until it gets fully erect.She pulls back to her seat and reaches into her purse, occasionally looking up at me with a grin.“What are you looking for?” I ask amused.“Just. .. eet was ... como se dice? I don' know how to say..." Her voice trailed off. She looked at me pleading with her eyes to not let her be hurt."I felt it too," I whispered. Then I held her close in my arms for a bit.Suddenly she stepped back, "Mi madre ... my mother ... be here soon." She hurried around to the other side of the bar and smiled gently at me once more. It sounds like a cliché to say it I know, but that smile melted my heart.I paid for a few more drinks and I suddenly realized I had.