My friend was just being obnoxious," I reply in aneffort to save some face before leaving."I don't mind at all, young man," he answers like a game sho...w host orsome greasy politician. "If you wanted to know, I'm still looking formy ho's. You wouldn't be able to help me, would you?" he asks with aplastic smile."Fuck off, guy. We're just having some fun," Henry spits out. He's nottoo fond of strangers butting into our pool night."Oh, don't worry about little ol' me. You boys can still have. “Okay how about we save that conversation until it’s more appropriate?”“Agreed, but what about the immediate future?”“I’d say that’s a blank sheet of paper that we can write our own story on.”“Do you write poetry?”“I used to, why?”“Sometimes you have a very poetic turn of phrase.”“Why thank you, my lady. But, back to the future.”“I suppose that’s the only place to go at the moment. Oh shit, I am not looking forward to going home in the morning.”“Then don’t.”“What do you mean?”“Stay, move in. He moves away so fast that I decide it’s completely accidental; it can’t be avoided with my big thighs. He tells me to bend my knees and press my soles together. I think, “finally he realizes he’s getting too close” so I relax again. He works on my arms and I start to feel him wrapping a sheet spread under me around my wrist. Before I can react he’s binding my other wrist so that they’re tightly secured at my sides. I freeze completely as he gives me a little smile and secures each of my ankles. After her fifth shot, Carlotta had pulled him into the bathroom at the bar, unzipped his pants, and slowly, lovingly gone down on him until he’d cum in her mouth.Then she’d invited him back to her place, and gone down on him twice more.He’d been a bit disappointed when she hadn’t wanted to fuck him, but for whatever reason she wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps this was another callback to her teenage days - in her youth, Carlotta had been ... not exactly “scared” of sex, but unwilling to take that.