The waitress looked skeptically at me as she was placing the wine glasses on the table. I waved her off. “I’m in training.”“I’m the designat...d driver,” Lissa jumped in. “None for me, thanks.”“Oh come on,” Melody said looking at the waitress. “Do I look like I’m old enough to drink? Just serve the old folks.”Our waitress laughed and thanked us for making her job easier. She was cute. Her dark brown hair was curly, chin length, and was streaked with blonde so she almost looked like a tiger. I. What's that…."sick bastard" did you say? Why thank you…I've been trained by the best. I would explain all of these concepts to the new girl before me, but itsnothing we both don't already know. Instead, I mutter something about sodomy,and am favored by the most delicious whimpers possible from a full, workingmouth. Reluctantly, I pull out of this warm moist refuge, leaving it open to hearthe steady entreatments and pleas for "mercy" and "gentleness…soundsthat only make a bastard harder. The. His gray suit was perfect.He pondered what he had done before.He pondered what he was about to do.He undid his jacket buttons and opened it up.He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt.He smiled and took the lid off the bottle.He thought of this "potion" he was about to drink...this "potion" that he himself created. He thought of how this was custom made for his very"specific needs". A smile appeared on his face and he even let out alittle giggle.He then licked his lips.He took. There were no doubts on either of our parts that we could build a cabin or that we wouldn't have plenty to eat. We knew how to fish and cook over a campfire. And lanterns and flashlights would do us for lights. We would sleep on our sleeping bags on the floor; or maybe even out under the stars. Our bears would protect us from danger. Them and our army of guardian angels.I mentioned Alaska to him as a way of trying to make him not look so frustrated and tired; and it worked. Laughing softly, he.