Small breasts with puffy aerolas that stand out an inch or more. Despite the cool night, her skin is beaded with perspiration, except along her open i...ner thighs, a glossy smear of vaginal secretions creates a bright shimmer. Honey-blonde hair encircles her head in an angelic halo. Her eyes are pale blue–the color of a tropical lagoon–and they flash with mischief and desire. She cups one breast in her hand and lifts it until she can flutter her tongue over across the nub of her nipple–all. All heart and soul, his business is his baby. Even now, on extended vacation, her’s never far from his phone or computer. Never without internet though the fees kill him. The conversation spins to me and my writing and university. There’s no half assing it, no dumbing down my passion or words. Leo has a question, he asks. Same with me. We drift closer, inches apart as he compares writing a singularly amazing line of code to the perfect character pronouncement with equally excellent grammar. I. So what are you drinking?’ ‘Blue Moon Ale with no orange please.’ ‘Can we have one Blue Moon Ale hold the orange for the lady and a Yuenling for me?’ ‘Coming right up.’ The bartender handed us our drinks. ‘Let’s toast.’ ‘To what?’ ‘To the renewal of a wonderful friendship.’ Roberto raised his glass. ‘To new beginnings and second chances.’ As our glasses clinked, I thought to myself. Maybe even a second chance at romance. As the night rolled on I wished it would never end. After our third. Once I shot me bloody load in thee its for bloody life like, if thee can’t stomach it say now and I’ll shoot me bloody load over thee belly and say no more about it.”“And the money?” she asked.“Fifty guineas,” I said, “Not bad for shooting me bloody load over thi bloody belly?”“Thank you kindly Captain, but shoot away sir,” she insisted, “For I fear you cannot restrain yourself and I believe you have a kind heart under that blunt Yorkshire exterior.”“Thee want’s me to shoot a dose of hot spunk.