This had been Mr. Fox's plan though, his insurance policy, and I really was untouchable, I thought.I wished he could have been there to see it, but I ...specially wished my parents had been there. That would have been something. And Ron. I thought of him and it was always hard.Of course the kicker came right at the end, and even while the President was still talking about how important it was that we reach for the stars and expand our horizons, etc. etc ... Waiters were going around the large. Trying to make it good for Jerry, play acting, trying to make amends. There was a pause. Was Jerry going to stick himself in her? She could feel herself moistening in anticipation not like the morning. No, she mustn’t think of that, mustn’t spoil Jerry’s evening and Monday was a long time away. But what had happened, what…. She jumped—what was Jerry doing? It tickled, he was tickling her bottom, no, her bottom hole, her arse, with a feather—and it tickled. She tried to rise but in her position,. He talked about how many scoops of ice cream he ate compared to Hal. Max wished life was so simple that all he would have to worry about was out-eating his Dad at ice cream. After the awkward supper was over, Max took a shower and went back in the bedroom. Hal had forgotten to give him the air mattress, so it looked like he had two choices. He could sleep on the floor, or in the car. He sighed and crawled into the racecar. He turned off the lamp. The irony of the situation made him laugh in. We stare lustily into each others eyes, a silent battle for dominance that you desperately want - but are not ready - to submit to. I leave some cash for the bill and rise, taking your hand and leading you out of the bar. I make a point of making sure everyone can see my hand on your arse cheek as we make our way into the lobby and towards the lifts.We enter the lifts alone and the doors close, but I don't press any buttons - instead turning around to face you. I can see the panic in your eyes.