I figured this made my intentions quite clear.Eric looked down at the bill and back at me. “I can't believe this! You wanna pay me to do you? Jee..., lady? You don't have to pay anyone to do this hot looking body. Shit, lady! You may be my grandmother's age, but she sure as shit don't look nothin’ like you. Christ, lady! You're hot, real hot!"If I'm so hot looking, why won't you screw me? I asked myself as I moved right up to him. “What is it then? You don't need money? This grandma's. "No!" she snapped, yanking my hand away. "Not there! I don't like that!" Her tone was cold, hostile, insolent, demanding. The vehemence of her reaction took me by surprise. It was the sort of sharp rebuke an angry parent lays on a naughty c***d. And I didn't like it. Not one bit.It ruined the mood, for both of us I guess, and though later she tried a little to make it up to me, she still remained kinda frosty for the rest of the afternoon.And after that, whenever we got to rolling around on the. He was actuality excited about his trip to the bar. Maybe he could make some friends, someone he could actually talk to. This was a great idea.**********This was an awful idea. What the hell was he doing? Was he just going to sit down next to them like it was something he always did?This and many more thoughts crossed his mind as his eyes slowly adjusted to the dim interior of the bar. It was surprisingly refreshing with the AC bring a welcome relief from the humid heat outside.His heart. ' He seemed to be speechless.I raised my hand to stop him. 'No. That's enough. You'll swell my head until I can't keep this hair on anymore.'His mouth open, he looked at the radio as if he'd just realized it was on and couldn't figure out why the sound was from outer space and totally unfamiliar. Then he looked as if he had recognized it and, in a single motion, extended his hand to me irresistably until I took it. My other hand played with the hem of the short skirt. He pulled me close to him.