Virginia looked good tonight. She kissed me three times. Her breasts were warm against my arm as she drunkenly told me that when she saw me she thought I was the damn cutest thing in the place. Handsome I mean she said as her gaze flew up to the rafters like a fighter losing touch with the sounds in the ring. Back down to me she uncrossed her eyes, beige warmth and sweet gin breath fueling my carnal motor and delivered her punch line: Can you get me a drink?
Can I ever. I gave Tommy a fin. Can I get a gin and tonic for my friend Virginia? I conspired, gesturing toward the supple fullness of her bosom, inches away. Sure, but you don't have to give me that he whispered, pushing the bill back at me. I pressed it into his hand and took the drink.
Virginia kissed me on the mouth with all her lust, her thirst and satisfaction overflowing at once.
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