..well..." I was speechless. "Well...you can call me later so I can make sure I can get that to go." He winked at me a slid a small piece of paper acr...oss the counter. He then turned around, smiled at his gorgeous girlfriend and walked out with her. I kind of shot her a smirk and she smirked a snotty smirk back. I shoved the paper in my pocket before looking at it and hurried back to work. As I worked the rest of the day, she was all I could think about. Her snotty smirk told me I definitely had. She finishes taking his clothes off, she wants to feel his hard cock in her mouth. She positions herself over him so her pussy is over his face, slowly she lowers her body to his. She licks the tip of his cock, tasting the juice of her love. Her tongue trails down his shaft, to his balls. She licks them and sucks them, feeling his hard cock throb as she does so. She begins to lick upwards again, she reaches the tip of his cock but this time she swallows it down to the base in one thrust. His. Still, the masque must be played. I always found it ironic that "masque" means both play and cover for the face. That particular irony came home to roost. We reached the end of a play and it was time to exit. The married couple goes first, so I had to negotiate the bobbing walk. My bride did it without difficulty, why couldn't I? Suffice to say, I made it across and Sheila was there to meet me. What more could I ask? I could ask to be spared the reception line.My only consolation was that I was. I closed the door and turned to face her. She suddenly looked serious.“Bea?” It’s 10:00 p.m. I have to open tomorrow,” I said.“I know. It’s always the same for you on Mondays,” she said.“Okay?” I said.‘You know I work for your brother, and that Ava and I have been friends for a thousand years, right?” she said.“Yeah, so?” I said.“So, you wanna marry me?” she said.“Excuse me?” I said.“I know this is a little sudden, but I’ve been thinking it over, and I think you and I would be a good match..