It’s kind of a code we worked out to help her step back and think about what she’s doing, my way of reminding her that she’s getting worked up a...nd what she’s doing has consequences. I don’t use it lightly, and she pays attention.” “That’s… unique,” he offered aloud, as tactfully as he could. It sounded like conditioning, was his actual thought, vaguely recalling lessons from an old Psych class. Shaking her head, she responded, “It’s not a dog signal, just light communication. You can’t always. Though, she admitted to me, besides a couple late night necking sessions at camp a couple summers previous she hadn't really had much experience with other women. I knew she had been seeing a guy, and they had gone all the way before. That was in the past though, as far as I knew Susan wasn't seriously thinking about dating anyone at the moment.I had dated a few guys over the years, some more seriously than others. I had told Susan that I wasn't into girls, but some were definitely cuter than. ”Reaching his hand out, Tommy said, “That’s exactly what I’m doing, Dominic. This place needs a little help, and I think when the word gets out that Elizabeth eats here, your business will improve.”“No doubt,” the man replied as he unashamedly checked her out. “Let me assume that with someone so lovely, you’ll not be sitting at the bar. Perhaps a quiet booth?”“Good idea,” Tommy said with a smile. “We like to eat naked, and it would be best if everyone couldn’t see us.”“Very good, sir. Please. It is painful to think what might have become of her but she had the luck to find a menial cleaning job. This took her into a lot of shops and offices where she attracted plenty of male attention and realised that her beauty and now fulsome figure were assets she could use. A businessman whose office she cleaned took a shine to her, bought her presents, and introduced her first to sex and then to the owner of an establishment he frequented, not the grim and filthy hellhole of ordinary African.