She looks at me for several minutes while eating her frozen treat.Pointing the spoon at me, she finally speaks.“I’ll do it.On one condition.”
“Okay.”
All this for a dinner date?
“We do it at a hotel in Excelsior.Once.And we never speak of it again.If you tell anyone here in town that you and I….”She points at herself then at me.“Did it.I’ll—I’ll unman you.”
My dick is no longer engaged in this discussion.
“You want to skip dinner?”
“Dinner’s code for sex and you know it.”
“Dinner was code for dinner.Sex, well, that was dessert.”
She looks down at her ice cream and blushes.“Fine.We can eat dinner first but nothing too filling.I don’t want to feel puffy.”She taps her chin.“And nothing too healthy either.”She looks to her right, and back at me.“On second thought, let’s not have dinner.Too many possible intestinal issues related to food.”
God, I want to laugh but I’m afraid if I do, she’ll say no to any of it.“Those are your terms?”
“Yes.”She nods and licks her spoon again.One long, delicious lick.
My dick is back in the game.“Tonight?”
“Sure.Might as well get it over with.”
And that’s the last straw.I laugh.Hard.So hard, in fact, I’ve got to bend in half to catch my breath.
