Connie liked to flirt and she took every opportunity. "What's up?" she asked."Not much," I said. "I was just wondering if you and Tom have any plans f...r Friday night... tomorrow evening. I was thinking the four of us might get together for dinner and some cards." Hmmmmmm," she said in her mock-seductive voice, "I'll have to check my busy calendar, big boy." There was a momentary pause but not one long enough for her to actually be checking anything."No... nothing on tap for that night, sugar,". You can hear the melancholy symphony of the raindrops behind the door, occasionally accompanied by the sound of rolling thunder. You don’t bother taking off your coat, letting droplets of water drip onto the floor. You look at the clock mounted on the wall. It’s a quarter-past midnight but you aren’t tired at all, at least not in the sleepy way.You shuffle through the room into the kitchen, and you hope there’s some beer in there. You are John Doe and today you were fired from your job, and. He did bring her back, eventually. "Whew! That was nice," she said. "Nice?" I said. She must have discerned, from my tone, that I was not thrilled. "Bruce? Are you, we, okay here?" "Oh, yeah, sure. I just missed you. You were gone kinda long, but it's fine," I said. She nodded, but it was a slow nod. The rest of the party was good. Hoerter did dance with her twice more over the course of the afternoon, not in a row, and we did our thing too. Anyway, I had no call to be jealous or. I looked down puzzled and I saw him make a vee of his fingers trying to stroke me but without much success. I pushed his hand away coz I was not in the mood after the way he had stopped me from seeing what was in the bag. But he persisted and I gave up trying to stop him- I was pretty hot myself. I raised myself from the seat a bit and pulled the burqua up to my waist from behind and let it stay down the front of me, giving him room to maneuver his hand and also parted my legs so he could.