“Off.” I replied and minutes later we were driving down the road.“Where are we going?” I asked.“Patience little one.” John replied as we d...rove out into the countryside and minutes later we were pulling into the car park of a little country pub called The Drunken Duck.“Is this yours?” I asked.“It is but I have a manager, Ken, running it for me.”“Does that mean that we’ll get free drinks? I asked.“Of course but don’t go getting drunk, I want you to remember everything that happens here.”“And just. Thanks for making this Christmas special.’ He turned his head and captured her lips with his, brushing his lips gently, teasingly over hers. She shivered as he nipped at her lips, licking at them until they parted so he could ease his tongue inside. He deepened the kiss until she was drowning in sensation, overwhelmed by pure feeling. Unbidden, her hand crept around his neck, drawing him closer. A piercing wolf-whistle jarred them back to reality, startling her into a vivid blush. The jogger. "Toni smiled, curtsied. "Thanks, but you know, I'm still wearing the same clothes as before." Well, yes, but you've changed them, and there's someone else inside."Toni beamed. She wore a multi-colored print dress of light cotton. Today, it fit her closely, tied with a contrasting sash around her narrow waist, emphasizing her figure. The top was now criss-crossed with cut-outs, showing swaths of Toni's chest and back that revealed her lacy camisole. The long skirt was slit on four sides to well. ”I nodded in understanding. We went inside and got to a table quickly, despite the lunch crowd arriving. We both ordered small steaks and salads, and ice teas. John said he was a working man and didn’t need a drink. I joked I wasn’t a working man and could have a drink if I wanted, but then ordered an iced tea anyway. No point in making my friend uncomfortable.After the waitress left, he looked at me and asked, “How’s your arm?”“My arm? My arms are fine. What are you talking about?”“The cut on.