As she tried to get up, he said, "Hi. I'm Harry. Stay there. You need five minutes to recover. Then they'll lift this screen and we can fuck." Screen?... she asked."Sure," said the young man, "There's a glass screen between us, but it's that non-reflective stuff like they use on paintings and car instruments. When they think you're better, they'll lift the screen and we can fuck, like I said." There is no way I'm going to sleep with you. I'm a respectable married woman and I'm pregnant," Sandra. "I'll watch the table for us."Jon recrossed his legs and took in the scenery of the bar as the warmfeeling from the alcohol tingled his face. He smiled, more in amusementthan anything. I'm dressed like a chick, in a bar, on a Saturday night.How in the world did this happen??"Care to share what's so funny?" a voice said.Jon broke his trance as Nate, their waiter, had returned to the table."It was nothing," Jon said, immediately feeling exposed for some oddreason, like Nate had heard his. . the game. By the time I had heard enough to be interested, I looked for the guy but he was 'way down by the far corner, crossing the street there, by the flea market. All I could see was his back."Anyhow. I noticed the guy was about medium height, seemed nicely dressed, and he was, like, moving well, y'know? I mean, he was walking kinda fast and was pretty light on his feet. I would of taken him for, maybe, 40-45 years old, just judging from the body language."I called her on it. I told her. "Can't seem to keep your face out of my tits can you boy? Where do you think you're going in such a hurry anyway? You have a date with a beautiful girl right here in this hallway. I should think you would be lingering around to keep that date." Lana purred softly. She extended her right hand to caress Jeremy's cheek which caused him to involuntarily pull away. Lana's face contorted and with a loud thwack the palm of her hand impacted the side of his face, snapping his head to one side as lights.