The press of people trying to get to the bar was getting tight, and there was no sign of Nige, so I just stood there and leaned against the bar while ...lokes tried to push in on both sides, and one bloke even pushed right up against my arse.'Ay ay,' I thought, 'he must have his phone in his pocket,' coz something hard was pressing against my cheeks. So I tried to look round to see who it was, but I couldn't get my head round far enough to get a good look at him.Suddenly the bloke on my right got. "Oh, that's--" "I really like you," I told him, caressing his nipple with my fingertip, feeling the tiny button harden to my touch. I worked his shirt up, and he acquiesced, raising his arms. Smiling, I pulled it off of him and admired. "David," I said, purring. I put my finger to his lips, hushing him. "I really like you," I said again. "Is there someone special in your life?" He laughed softly. "No, no, I don't get around," he said, flustered. "Well, I don't either," I chimed, maybe not. I slowed to a stop and set the parking brake as i got out and stood at the hood of my truck as she approached me looking madder than a nest of hornets. before she could say anything, i just simply said "get in the truck." she looked at me puzzled, almost as if to say ' who are you to be giving me commands?'. so, i repeated my self, saying "get in the truck..... please." she hesitated at that, trying to read the blank expression on my face to tell if i was really serious. she got the fact that i. She was finding it harder to slip into her eighty-year-old persona when with him. Mostly because Marty didn’t treat her as if she was old, yet he didn’t treat her as young or stupid either. He always listened to her opinion and treated her as his equal. He didn’t just bow to her wishes, as he preferred to come to a mutual agreement.Their first job after breakfast was to go register their pending marriage. They were staying in a hotel in the middle of London and had elected to use cabs rather.