Ummph! Looks like it's a no-go ... It'll have to be the platforms. Getting older sucks, Nathan. Take it from the voice of experience..." She slipped i...nto the platforms and fastened the straps."The platforms look great," he said. "You have nice-looking legs, Iris. Maybe it's better not to hide them in tall boots." Let me look at you..." She scanned him. He had abandoned his Goth attire in favor of worn and ripped black jeans, an oversized plaid flannel shirt and old tennis shoes. In lieu of his. She looked back at me and shrugged her shoulders. I pointed to her wine glass. She nodded. I walked over to the bar with her glass and my empty bottle and ordered one more of each. As I walked back to the table, I could see her finally go into the ladies room. A couple of minutes later, she came out and walked back to the table.We talked about the band, and how she didn’t like the taste of beer, and the weather. I said, “Are you new around here?”“Yes and no,” she said. “I grew up here, but I. We had a staring contest for a moment. He, looking down at me imperiously. Me, trying to look mad or willful, at least, but failing. I knew why.For hours I’d been imagining where he could be. First I checked to see if he’d packed and left. He hadn’t. Then I texted Jack, his co-pilot and several of his friends. They claimed to know nothing. Finally I let my imagination run wild and jealous. wondering if he had a girl on the side. A thousand scenarios played in my head in the hours of his. In one hand, she held a glass of yellowish liquid and ice. I watched as the woman slowly sat down on the edge of the table. Seductively slowly, she pulled a single ice cube out of the drink and held it to my navel. I sharply inhaled feeling the cold. With great care and a deliberately slow pace she ran the ice up my stomach until she held it poised over my right nipple. The double layer of latex did little to insulate my sensitive tit from the chilly bite of the ice. The woman smiled as I.