Sex At Party
Sex At Party
One night, Lisa and I had been out to dinner and we stopped by
Mario’s afterward. Marty was there — he was always there on a
Saturday night — and Angie was behind the bar. At dinner, I’d
mentioned to Lisa that it had been Marty’s birthday the day before
and that I wanted to drop in to buy him a birthday drink. She got
that look in her eyes and asked coyly whether I wouldn’t care to
give him a present he wouldn’t forget.
I knew what she meant, of course. I said, “Maybe. We’ll see.” I
only half meant it. I could tease as well as be teased, after all.
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