“Let’s go eat otherwise I might try and keep you here so I can eat you all night.”“Promises, promises,” she smiles.He pauses to consider his...options, runs his tongue along the bottom of his mustache tasting her essence that lingers on his lips and says, “I will save you for dessert.”They sit at a table atop an elevated patio. What little chill emerges from the evening air is countered by a fire burning in a pit close to her chair. The sun sets before them. Its colors radiate off of her. "It's not what you think," Darius said."This is well past my mental acuities," the restauranteur growled. "You kinksters can take your show to Danni's Dungeon just down the street." Sir, that's not what this is," Leandra offered."Be that as it may," he warned, "you Zoomers with your ice bucket challenges and such need to pack up your skivvies and skee-daddle."Leandra corrected, "My boyfriend's a Zoomer, but I'm actually a Millennial, mister." Get the fuck outta here or I’ll turn my hose on. .. it's nice to see you here again." She spun around instantly, surprised but not offended at the informality; it was Sol Marcus, one of the store's oldest employees. Sol was more like family than employee, and Kate hurried to kiss him on the cheek. John had hired him personally, back before the last war, and though he was way overdue for forced retirement, the Board of Directors, at Kate's heavy-handed insistence, had voted to keep him on as sort of a floorwalker emeritus. Sol had often told. " It is if she's jail bait." His voice was softer now, less certain. He was weakening. To make sure the process was going according to her seduction plan, she made a big production out of crossing her legs again. He saw another satiny white flash of soft skin all the way up to her panties.He might even have seen the silver-dollar-sized wet spot on her tricot panties.That was how badly she wanted him."Which is it to be, Jack? Me or... me going to the principal with information on a teacher.