“I thought that was what breakfast was for.”She leans in to kiss you. You give her several soft slow kisses, and she gets a little tongue in a cou...le of them. You touch each other’s arms, and you bring a hand up to her face and caress her hair while you make out with her for a minute.Mia sits back. “Whew.”“Omigosh,” she whips her head around in fake shock. “What if they saw us?” gesturing to the familys walking in and out of the resterant.“We gotta get outta here,” you say, putting the car in. I joked with him about that old Skyhooks song You Only Love Me Because I'm Good in Bed was probably nearer the truth. He surprised me the other day by telling me that he divorced his first wife because she did a runner with the family's church pastor after only two months of their marriage. The SDA church would never live down the ignominy. Personally, I'd go hunting up dingos to keep the church's population down (Editor's note: NO ONE is exempt from the morbid humour of "the press":. Through the smoke, I saw several stages with Go Go Boys in G-strings writhing under garish overhead lights. The floor of the room was packed with tiny overcrowded tables encircled by older piss-elegant Europeans and Americans, giggly Thai boys and an occasional fag hag. Paying far too much attention to themselves, they seemed to be there "to be seen," rather than paying attention to the beautiful near-naked boys dancing their asses off. Waiters in very brief shorts (ala Studio 54) squeezed. “So,” I spoke aloud, “I guess that we’ll take a break and swap sides?” The wanton look of desire painted all over Dawn’s face told me that she felt this was an outstanding plan.Mike, however, was surprisingly not on board. Instead, he began pulling up his shorts as if he were embarrassed. He muttered an apology and explained that once he had come, it usually took him hours to be ready to go again. Even though we both entreated him to relax for a bit – and Dawn tried applying kisses and.