"We have a serious problem," I started. "Mike is not yet 21 and used a fake ID to get in here." I looked at Mike and continued, "If charges are filed,...then that will come out and you could get in a lot of trouble." What do you suggest?" he asked."Let me see what I can do to get us out of this calamity."I turned to look for the poker room manager as the chip runner brought us our money. I tipped her and walked up to the manager."I'm John Kegler," I said as I held out my hand. He shook it and. Did he know? Was he angry and going to do or say something they would all regret? As I sat on Paul's lap, and sunk into his embrace, I glanced at Mike who sat sculling his beer with large gulps, yet watching Paul and I intently, transfixed by the turn of events, no doubt. Paul started to nuzzle my ear and neck, something he knows really arouses me. His hands were wandering too, groping at me through my clothes. What did he think he was doing? Was he drunk already? Paul was never shy of showing. I hadn't grabbed a cart or a basket since it was late and I wasn't sure I was going to find anything, and said the hell with it and just carried them straight up. I opted to go for the customer scan lanes, and realized that was about all that was open at that time. Well, when I was out with my friends, we had been drinking, and I still had a residual buzz, and didn't care what anyone thought at that moment. As I was getting into line, I saw a trio of fairly attractive black women reach the. She was elated that he’d thought of her but at the same time she was upset at herself for enjoying such a stale tactic. Latter when the phone rang she raced to answer it hoping it would be Brad. She instructed herself to remain calm and aloof but as soon as she heard his voice, she felt like a schoolgirl. He asked for another date and with no hesitation, she accepted. They talked for a long time saying nothing and yet neither wanted to disconnect. When they finally hung up, she felt giddy and.