“Because that’s not the way it works, Marty. You were my one-night fetish. One night is all I can do.” His brow wrinkled and he looked hurt. “... don’t understand.” Now with both hands on his cheeks, Carla tried to explain. “It’s a one-night thing, Marty. You were there for my fetish. I like ‘big boys.’ Do you understand? I have a thing for fat guys. I don’t know why, but that really revs my engine. Your buddy Nelson told me about you and I couldn’t wait to get you in bed.” “I’m your fetish?” he. Their men had also gone home immediately after their trysts. As it turns out, that's considered to be the appropriate etiquette for casual liaisons at Brady's. Apparently everyone wants to avoid emotional entanglements. We spent about twenty minutes sitting at the table gossiping about the sex we'd just had. Andrea enjoyed her man. Katie was disappointed with hers. She told us he lacked style. He was a rammer and a jammer. Andrea and I both broke up when she explained what that meant. At eleven. " A what???" A bath..." Petra giggled. "You take water and wash yourself cleanwith it. Haven't you ever done that?"The ogre looked down at the ground. He shuffled his feet and lookedthoughtful."Not for some time. I don't get many visitors you know."The ogre looked up at Petra again. He noticed the beautiful scarf shewore around her neck and shoulders. He reached out and touched thefabric."That's very nice...and so soft."Petra removed the scarf and handed it to the ogre. He felt it with. At some point she had slipped off a shoe and I felt her toes wiggle on the fly of my pants. I placed my elbows on the table and scooted to the edge of my seat, and she applied a bit of delightfully gentle pressure before quickly pulling back. We knew this sort of thing couldn’t continue here, and frankly we were lucky to have gotten this far in public. Her subtle but persistent teasing had really done the trick.We paid and took a cab back to my apartment. Possibly as a tease, or possibly as a.