Her soft fingers lingered on his biceps, which flexed beneath her touch. She told him to kick off his shoes, and helped him remove his pants. There he...stood in only his underwear, and socks.“Now darling, lie down on your stomach, it’s my turn to make you feel better. “She straddled his hips, distributing her weight evenly so it wouldn’t cause him any discomfort. She leaned forward, brought her lips down on his right shoulder, kissed it softly, and then moved to the other. Following that, she. Quite arguably, the alcohol never takes away, only gives. He begins to relax. The drink pauses the treacherous grind, and when this sublime relaxation sets in, the man finds a kernel of truth within the mountains of desperate lies. At this point precisely a special relationship is formed with that particular glass of beer. Ah, the texture of it. Cold and penetrating, so penetrating that the man glances into his own soul and discovers through the joy of inebriation the purity of it. With each. He seemed okay with that and the door closed again."I guess we should be letting both you girls get your beauty sleep," said Mark. "Not that you need it or anything ..." Careful!" laughed Kath. "Hey, Sandy and I are thinking of going swimming tomorrow - at our community pool - you guys can join us if you're free." She looked at me to see if I disagreed, but I hadn't thought of inviting them and didn't know if I liked the idea or not. It would be another big step, showing off that much of my. ‘Definitely Smokey’s.’ ‘What’s Smokey’s?’ ‘Our locally famous watering hole. You’ll love it,’ I said. ‘Drinks and music and maybe a fight or two. It’s right up your alley.’ ‘Hell, I’m down. Ryan, you in?’ Ryan had been fairly quiet since he had arrived, speaking only a few words to anyone but Lauren. It was borderline creepy, but I wasn’t going to say anything yet. ‘Are you going?’ Ryan asked Lauren. ‘Of course, Smokey’s is the best place in town. You’ll love it, I promise.’ ‘OK, I’m in.’.