..... .....and one you will TRUELY love with all your being....and, perhaps, FEAR, with part of that being.......also.........is that what you wanted to hear, BUTERFLY?......does that 'turn you on'?, he asked her ever so gentlely but ever so firmly. "OOOOHHHH.....YYYYEEEESSSS,.....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR......ummmmmm, yyyyeeesss.............I LLLIIIKKKEEE surprises from my........ .......MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR!!!, " Linda responded in a low throaty voice, staring alternately at what his right hand was doing and then into his pale blue eyes and literally melting into the high backed seat as her hormones flowed wildly and she got wetter and wetter with each tensioning of that cloth strip being dragged back and forth over her splayed and spread nether lips. Satisfied that he had stirred Linda up sufficiently, Paul with- drew his hand and turned back toward the bar. Linda remained where she was, taking in small, barely audible gasps of breath as she tried to calm herself down. Looking over his shoulder at her trying to 'get herself together', Paul asked her quite matter of factly, "Would you like a nice cool drink, Linda?.......to slack your thirst and cool you down a little bit?..........BUTTERFLIES DON'T 'FLY' IN BARS,....YOU KNOW?" Linda took a few seconds to come around to a normal response mode and then said quietly...."yes, PLEASE,.....SIR.....a J&B on the rocks with a twist will do fine,....PLEASE.....",and very quietly and subdued....., ".....MMMAAASSSTTTEEERRR, SSSSSSIIIIIIRRRRRR?" as more of a question than an answer. He ordered two J&B's on the rocks and when they came he and Linda sat quietly, a little ways apart, facing the bar, and talked normally for about fifteeen or twenty minutes,. |