His name is Snake? Honey, what kind of boy are youhanging out with?" Mom! I told you already. He is a serpent hybrid. Everybody calls himSnake. But if...you must know, his name is Martin Iverson."Mom looked relieved. "OK, so you have another date tomorrow."I sighed in frustration. 'When is she ever going to let up?' I turnedaway in despair."OK, honey, not a date then. Now come here and help me fix dinner, willyou."I turned back with a little smile, "Of course, Mom. Can we start fixingmy other. After relaxing with Miki and enjoying dinner I said to her "let's go out." "Where to?" she asked. "Just get dressed", I instructed her. Knowing what that probably meant she put on a nice matching panty and bra set of purple satin.We drove to the guys place, who called himself Mike, and when we go to the guys building we buzzed but he didn't pick up right away. Buzzed a second time, he answered and said just a second he was getting everything ready. I was a little annoyed because he'd had all. Again he looked at me waiting for my acceptance, which I gave him with a simple nod. He helped me get dressed and led me out to the waiting car, the driver helped me in the back seat but I had to kneel on the floor and rest my upper body on the seat. The driver must have felt some compassion for me because a few times he would ask if I was alright and if he could do anything for me, I told him that I appreciated his concern but I only wanted to get back to the Villa. As we drove into the. I gave her bites of my pastrami and she gave me bites of her Reuben. We kissed after we enjoyed those bites. We kissed after I ordered another beer for each of us and again as I asked for the check. It was around nine when we got to the bar and there was a short line to get in which we bypassed for a different entry. Once in the big club I saw it looked half empty. She saw my expression and said, ‘In another hour we will have a difficult time hearing, walking, even dancing. Getting to the bar.