“And I like it. Do it again.”“I can’t just do it again,” he said.“It was too quick!” she whispered. “I barely got to feel it.”“It ...asn’t supposed to happen, Linda,” he insisted.“Well it did, and it’s too late, and I want you to do it again!”After the argument was finished, which, of course, the woman won, Linda learned how to taste him. Then she learned what it was like to be pinned to the mattress by a man, whose “pin” was significantly larger than the kind she was used to, when making a dress. "Nah. Just feeling a little cramped is all. I'm not used to being served coffee by a waitress with so few inhibitions, and likewise so little clothing. I'm beginning to know what the guys mean when they call a girl a 'prick tease'," he laughed."Oh, y'all will get yours." She set the cup of coffee on the table within Ron's reach, sank to her knees on the linoleum, and pulled loose the brass button holding the waist band of his jeans together. He combed his fingertips through her hair. He felt. She invited him to sit with them. Patty said she had to go and Veronica kicked her on the way out. Patty just smiled and winked as she walked out the door. They talked about old times and he said that he had finished the 1956 Chevy. He asked her if she wanted a ride. She thought I can't I'm married. What would Jason think? She decided to go for that ride and she would tell Jason in the morning. He would be fine with that. They ended up at his shop that he still worked at after all. Eventually our guests have all finally departed. I am cleaning up the kitchen and you wander in with stuff from the dining room and living room. After setting everything down you notice I am staring at you.“What?” you ask.I say, “I believe you have something of mine.”You smile and say, “Maybe!”We tease and flirt for a few moments, and you decide that, if I want them back, you are going to be the one to put them back on me. You tell me to stand still as you kneel in front of me. Your hands slide.