I didn't... I shouldn't've done that to ya. I... 'He waited a moment before speaking, pulling his arms through the sleeves of the shirt. 'You... ?' he... asked. He began to buttong up the buttons on his shirt, bottom to top.I watched his fingers, speaking slowly, noting the curves in his abdomen, burning the image of the definition in my mind and filing it away. My voice came out hoarsely. 'I... wanted to know if you... would ever want to, y'know, do something?'He grinned and chuckled, rolling up. She made the choice to leave and never looked back.It was our first official date, but we’d been circling one another for months. We’d both taken the next day off work. There was no doubt where the night was heading. It was just a question of how we’d get there.“I can give you a push,” I told her. “If it’s what you really want.”Her big blue eyes widened."I want that," Sadie responded.“What do you want?” I asked.She bit her lip, stared up at me, and batted her eyes.“I’m not some college boy. We were madly, passionately in love with each other and said as much anytime we were together and out of ear-shot of the curious. Margie's marriage started going south soon after her wedding and never got better. My own marriage wasn't nearly as rancorous but within a couple of years, Vickie and I both realized it probably wasn't going to work out, that our lives were moving in totally different directions. What Margie and I had held out the promise of something much better.Davey and Ramon. I think my finger is that big. Anyway, Michelle put her mouth on him and sucked him right down to his hair. Jimmy flopped around like a fish out of water until Michelle took her mouth off him and used her thumb and forefinger to rub him up and down. He shot a stream of white stuff all over Michelle's face and neck. It smelled just like you guys do this morning. Did you make Sal shoot his stuff on your face?"Holy shit. I wonder how open Rita will be?"No, I didn't make Sal shoot his stuff all.