I followed her, since it wasn't really wide enough to walk side by side.The path meandered about a bit, but was obviously leading somewhere. Suddenly ...he stopped beside a large tree. She held a hand up, so I stopped. She was listening for something, but when she didn't hear it she turned to me, took my hand and stepped around the tree. I followed, and found that the path opened out into a clearing. I don't know why I hadn't seen it earlier, the last part of the path was straight, but I'd been. Her body was writhing in her seat and Steve could tell she was close to climaxing. He glanced around the rest of the theater and realized that no one else could see what was going on. He looked back at the couple just in time to see her body tense and quake as she stifled a scream with her scarf. As the man removed his fingers from her, Steve could see that his hand was dripping with her juices. The man brought his fingers to her mouth and made her lick them, before taking a taste himself.. I taste it, like I used to taste the metal bar on the baby carriage when my mother would take me for a walk around the block. It quenched my thirst, that cold, silver bar. I remember ice skating on the puddle in front of our house. It was so cold that year, just like now as I sit on a frozen puddle. The silver glint of my double-runner skates is oozing through my body. I shiver. Why am I sitting on a skating rink in the road? I look around and see my fourth grade teacher, holding her silver. "Why don't we grab a bite to eat? I know a really nice place not too far from here."I thought for a moment. Did I really want to extend the evening or should I head home? "Sure, why not?" I responded.We left the bar and headed for Joe's car. As he opened the door for me, he leaned in a little closer this time. Was he smelling my hair? We drove in silence to a small restaurant on the outskirts of the city. We parked in a small, dark lot behind the restaurant and went inside. The interior was dim.