It catered to high rollers and was supposedto have the hottest women in town working there. "You ever been inside?" asked RJ."No, but I've always want...d to," replied Tyler."Maybe tonight will be your lucky night," said RJ as he began tochuckle. A strange sensation swept through Tyler's body. He also had a feelingthat something bad was about to happen to him. As they approached thenext intersection, he could see a gas station. "Why don't you drop me off here? I can call for a ride," said Tyler.. Then came the tart, lemony and slightly runny. The perfect texture, not thickened to glue, but deliciously sensuously smooth and soft, lemony and fragrant. With the cream it was an erotic experience. Even more so was the thought of you sitting opposite me – I wondered where one of your hands might be! – watching my lips and mouth slowly licking, sometimes – quite unlady-like – sucking, making sure I wasted not a single drop – maybe remembering what I said about wishing as to what those selfsame. " I tell you what, Dave. I'll meet you there at 6:30 after work onFriday, and you can buy me dinner and explain why you don't think Ialready have a date on Friday night." I didn't mean that, I meant I wanted to take you out, and I get paid onFriday. Please don't be mad."I stood up and walked over to him and ushered him to the door. "I'm notmad, I think it's funny. I'll see you Friday."I opened the door and locked it behind him and left him standing on theirwith a shocked look on his face. . ." She absent-mindedly slurped coffee and stared at the hand covering hers. There was silence as they both sipped at their drinks; they might have been in a force-field bubble; insulated somehow from the hustle and bustle of everyday frantic business. Then, looking into Dulcie's eyes, went on, "I think ... it's love. That's all I can think of. But if so, I've never known what love is before." Don't try too hard to understand," Dulcie said gently, "there's many different sorts of love. The sort.