”He nodded and agreed. “Apple for me, a la mode, please.” He set his menu on top of mine.“Sure thing, sugar,” she said to him. She turned to... me.“Cherry, a la mode, too.”“Nothing like cherry pie on a night like tonight,” she replied, winking at me.I chuckled and waved her on her way.Fletcher smiled. “I think she’s flirting with you.”“Yeah, and a married candidate for Congress is going to try something with a reporter across from him. Right!”He laughed at this. “Still...”“Fletcher, of course. "I imagine so," I nodded, still not taking off my boxers to avoid revealing that his dick and/or the conversation had me horny.After a pause, he asked, "You're hard aren't you?" Pardon?" I asked hearing his very accurate assumption, but trying to play dumb as I told my dick 'Go down, go down, go down.'"Don't be embarrassed," he said. "Many straight guys get excited by my cock." I'm not excited by your cock," I lied, as I figured 'fuck it' and pulled off my boxers to reveal my completely erect. The first image was the size of the camera almost. The enlargement was a shot of the warehouse over all. There ware several rows of shelves and on those shelves were a hell of a lot of cages, the kind in which you might keep gerbils."What are those gerbils? Tom asked. "Why would anyone want that many gerbils and what are they going to do with a hundred gerbils." The aren't gerbils they are mice. The are being used as snake food. Look on the side by the outside wall. The cages are much bigger. " Well, first there's missionary inverted. That's where the woman is on top."I guess she was confused because Gwen asked, "You mean the woman gets between the man's legs?" No, but I've seen that done before. I can't say I remember the name for it though. Just imagine that you and whomever you are with both roll over while doing it in missionary position. When you stop rolling; you are on top and he is on the bottom; and, your legs are still on the outside of his."I could tell she didn't fully.