‘Well, hello there.’ I looked up to find a blonde with a pink plaid skirt and black blouse on that showed her tummy. I was at a good enough angle ...to look up her skirt and to see a bulge, she was a dominatrix. ‘Um, hi,’ I wasn’t sure what to say. I knew she was a dominatrix, therefore in no shape or form could I blow her off. That is like disrespecting the Queen of England. On the other hand, I’m not sure if my master would allow me talking to another person without her permission, ESPECIALLY. "Well, if you really want to learn how to kiss, you can practice on me, I mean, look, I'm right here. There's nothing to be nervous about, I'm not like I'm a girl from your school or anything." I ... I don't know." I won't tell anyone, it's just you and me." Well, what am I supposed to do? How hard should I press my lips on you?" Look, let's just try it," and she leaned over and touched her lips to mine using just the exact right pressure. It was nice. And, amazingly, it was my sister."See,. The bar ran down one side of the narrow, rectangular room. A row of plush leather-upholstered booths lined the opposite wall, with half dozen or so tables in the middle. There was what looked like a small dance floor at the far end of the room. The whole place probably would only hold about 50-60 people at the most.Adding to the understated ambience was the soft jazz playing in the background. A lot of places around New Orleans in those days tended more toward rock and roll, country, or the old. Junior agreed and the two men began approaching the occupants of the pavilion, being careful to stay out of Jessica's line of fire."I don't like it," Carr said. "They should be getting up and checking us out, not just setting there like this is any other day. I got a bad feeling those four are bait, and the trap is waiting to close." Junior stopped and studied the four at the picnic table. Carr was right; the two facing away from them hadn't even turned around to check them out. Curiosity.