He grabbed my hand. ‘Do you plan to force me?’ ‘Oh, you find it so distasteful to have sex with me?’ I was furious. ‘At the moment.’ ‘We...ll, I’m sure there are lots of guys who would be thrilled to.’ ‘As you wish.’ He said it quietly, without inflection. ‘I’ll take you home,’ I said. All my anger was gone. He was quoting Wesley from The Princess Bride. I had not crossed a line. I had gone so far past the line I no longer had any idea if there was a line. I was too embarrassed to apologize. If I. Probably to give the place a flair of internationalism in some bizarre way. Or maybe no locals could make a decent Black Russian. She replied with a jaded smile of her own, handed over her Visa card and ordered a simple vodka tonic in her own slowly improving but still at best manageable English. On a second note, she let him keep the card and feed her fresh poison whenever she ran out, before she slumped down in a chair. Which for a girl of her limited stature meant an elaborate climb up a too. I was afraid I would do something wrong or freak her out and scare her away. I really regretted it as time went on. When I finally figured out what foreplay was, and especially after I got my first taste of Tina's delicious pussy, I always regretted not doing that for her. I even blew it afterward. She didn't hide the fact that we'd had sex. She even seemed proud of it for some reason. When the guy who I thought was my best friend and could keep his mouth shut blabbed that I had told him it. Couples danced but it was all about hooking up for the night. The motel next door did robust business and I hoped that soon enough we'd be getting ourselves a room."I'd like to see that," he mused, "Peeling those damn clothes off and showing off what's underneath."'I smiled stroking my arms, looking at him."I'd take off each piece nice and slow," I said, "not all at once ... you got a problem with that?"I had written some sort of script in my head to follow so it'd look like I knew what I was.