She hurried over to their table to prepare it for another couple. As she picked up the tip, she noticed a piece of paper folded in the bills. She plac...d it in her apron and continued to work. It was game time and the bar was filled with capacity. Allie ran from table to table, taking orders, refilling drinks and flirting back with the customers that flirted with her. One guy got a little too flirty and ran his hand up her thigh and rubbed her pouty lips. She screamed, more in pleasure than. This time she blushed scarlet and looked down at the floor when he said, “Damn girl, I have no idea how you’re still a virgin if you have looked at other men like you were looking at me just now. I’m going to have my work cut out for me trying to keep you from being raped and not just by me.”Bette kept her head down so he couldn’t see her smile. She’d had men in the town of Fire Mountain look at her with lust but none with the fire that had been blazing in Gazza’s eyes. She felt gratified that. I kept putting such thoughts down to “wishful thinking” on my part and tried to ignore it.Over the next X weeks she popped round regularly, usually on the grounds to pick up any shopping I needed, but as soon as I went from a full plaster on my leg to a half plaster, she started inviting me round to join her and the family for Sunday dinners.This went on for a few weeks and I swear she was forever looking me over, but still felt it was wrong of me to think “that way” and thus suppressed my. He rolled his sleeves up to the elbow and untucked his shirt tails from his black chinos. With me wearing a skinny black t-shirt that said “I love Zombies”, red streaks in my hair and a ribbon choker with a dagger pendent, we looked like a pretty odd couple. The idea of the game was to keep back anything you could. Well, for me it was. For Graham it was to take whatever he could. Other than the one time, when I’d caught a lucky, Goth-booted kick to his groin, I’d never managed to stop him.