She barely closed the door. At this time, she was against the wall. I embraced her hand, deeply kissed her again. We stopped for a brief moment. She t...ok her top off, feeling my erection. She had on a black bra.“Oh. You want me, don’t you?” She said, smiling. She went on her knees to reveal my throbbing erection. “Ooh, boy, where’s your drawers at? You ain’t wearing any underwear.”“Guess I forgot to put some on,” I said sheepishly.She kissed my erection lovingly, and began to suck gently. It. I have to escape, but I hear them closing in. Their torches flicker through out the forest, casting eerie shadows on the ground. I wince as I plunge onward and something squishes under my toes. The dogs want my blood. They snarl and howl as they fight the leases of their masters. Teeth bared and glistening with saliva, they will slash me to pieces, my entrails seeping onto the forest floor. But they won’t let the dogs go, not unless they’re desperate. They want me alive, to bring back and. ..”I swiveled my head to look at her.“Packed?”“Uh-huh. I sort of told Mom and Dad that you were my ride to the new job after graduation.”“What about those post-graduation parties and stuff?” I asked, already knowing the answer.She gave it to me. “I didn’t go to the pre-graduation parties. Why would I want to go to the ones after graduation? Oh, I know ... I could get drunk or stoned or both, end up with no panties, wondering who did what to me ... That’s gotta be fun...”“It’s not always like. ”“Is it working tonight?” I asked.“Not really,” she replied, stirring her drink with her straw. “It only works when I want it to work.”I picked up another glass and wiped it with my bar towel.“Do you want another drink?” I inquired.“Only if you share it with me,” she replied.“I wish I could,” I replied, “but bartenders are not allowed to drink and serve.”“Well,” she pressed, “Why don’t we find a more private place where we won’t have to worry about breaking any laws?’Damn.“I have an office,” I.