The phone rang and eventually a woman’s voice answered."I'm downstairs, in a red dress, see you soon!”, I said and I heard a brief giggle before I...put the phone down. In my mind, I was begging her to be quick and I waited at the bar.Not long after I heard guffaws and laughter coming from the side of the bar. Sarah was in fits of laughter as she saw me.“I can‘t believe you…”, she said, “What the fuck…”, her mouth was wide open in disbelief and she laughed once again.I was sitting at the bar with. Do you want me to reinforce this, or leave you alone for now to write?’ ‘Reinforce would be good I think.’ ‘Okay. I can do that.’ She squirms her bottom to comfort in my hopelessly moistening lap and starts back at the corner of my mouth and licks her way into it again, dragging, not darting, her tongue across my lips and into my mouth. Not my cheek, notice, the very corner of my mouth. Put your tongue at the very corner of your mouth and feel how it never feels dry again. How does she know. I couldn't take my eyes off of hers, darkly lined as they were as she looked up at me, undoubtedly knowing the pleasure she was giving me. Her licks moved to my head where she teased me with the similar flicking she had kissed me with and I ran my fingers through her reddish auburn hairThat lovely (and barely) familiar feeling of lips slowly parting around my exposed head overtook me and I closed my eyes. I wasn't going to let the moment escape me. Her slow bobbing had increased and became. "Yeah, the hair! But the hair is obvious. It's how I tell the world that I do things my own way, and fuck 'em if they don't like it. Your eyes, though, you see the world through your eyes. If they're fake, everything you see in the world is fake. Fuck that shit."I didn't say anything. I just gazed out over the baseball field.We sat for a while, myself sitting up straight. She was still curled up with her legs under her. She seemed really relaxed and cool.She got a big smile on her face. "You.