We decided to start the night at the Wild Horse Saloon. We walked the few blocks and paid our cover charge to a bouncer who seemed to have an attitude... and we went in. The Wild Horse is a huge bar, grille and western dance destination. We found a table next to the dance floor and ordered martinis from our cowgirl waitress . The waitress was wearing tight short-shorts, seamed stockings and a gaping t-shirt. The dance floor was packed with lots of cowboy and cowgirl wannabees. I asked Carol to. Try the sfogliatella, it’s fresh.”Allison pointed to the strange looking fruit garnish questioningly, “Where’s that fruit from?”Sirius smiled, “That, my dear, is a dragon fruit I believe it’s from Guatemala, or somewhere thereabouts. This one is mostly for garnish, though.”She bit her lip, obviously he hadn’t been referring to the fruit being fresh. She felt a bit foolish at the moment but he didn’t seem to be judging her, which helped. “Alright, so I’m going to guess that since I know what. I almost started to crybut I knew that would be just the last straw and I'd be over her knee.We stepped out into a beautiful early autumn day, the sun was bright andI could hear the sounds of people all around me. We live on a street witha common walkway between the houses; cars were parked in the alley behindthem so there was nothing for me to really hide behind except for a treehere and there.She took my hand and firmly pulled me along with her."Please honey let me go put on some pants at. ” As her hands worked my upper body I began to have some lascivious thoughts about her and before I knew it, I had quite a hardon that was very visible due to my thin dress pants. She was back working on my neck and happened to look down. “Oh my, what have I done? I do apologize, I’m really not that type of girl,” she stammered. “It's okay honey, This happens all the time as I don’t have much of a social life with my work and my size makes me seem obvious. No harm, no foul.” “It must be tough.