We all came up with some kind of reason for not wanting to anything to do with Bug House Square. One Saturday night after a typical date with my ste...dy at the drive in theater I was exceptionally horny. Making out all night tends to do that to a teen filled with raging hormones. I decided to ‘ cruise’ down to Bug House Square. Who knows, I could get lucky ang get a BJ. It turned out the Square was the smallest park I ever saw. A rectangular patch of grass with a little covered area in the. . lost ... the girl who would normally handle filling thosepositions," the way she said "lost" gave me a slight chill. "Servedbefore?"I nodded quickly, but the Chef shook her head and some of her carefullyplaced locks escaped from her hat. "Be careful how you answer that. Idon't mean slinging chili dogs at some sports bar. I mean can you dofull course, first class service?" I nodded again. I had worked for anumber of years as a waiter in one of the better restaurants in LosAngeles."Good.. Normally, Brenda would have been interested in finding out just how big Mike's prick was. But today she was preoccupied.She said, "Has Mrs. Dupont got a big cunt, too?" Yeah," Mike said out of spite, wanting to insult Claire. "Big and sloppy." He thought for a moment, his desire for vengeance growing stronger all the while... in relation to the hardening of his cock, which Claire had neglected in favor of a fucking dog.He said, "You know what the bitch does?"Brenda looked interested."She fucks. Being a beer man myself who'd never touched anything so effeminate as martini, I suspiciously I took a small sip... it wasn't bad, slightly too sweet for my taste but stronger than I'd have imagined. To be honest, I'd still have preferred my usual pint of John Smith's Bitter but, dressed as I was, I guessed that was out.For while, the pair of us stood there gazing about but then I had to put my drink down on a nearby table. "I need the loo!" I shouted in Mistress Angel's direction to which she.