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Quake, in his black boots, jeans and black T-shirt came to the table instead of the waiter. “What can I get you?”
I ordered first, which was good because I couldn’t concentrate with Gray’s hand on my thigh. I wasn’t going to remember I wanted the Chicken Pot Pie, let alone my name, in a few minutes. It settled just shy of my panties, his thumb moving slowly back and forth, as if telling me he wasn’t going any farther and that he liked that spot just fine.
I liked the spot just fine too, but it had gotten awfully hot in the restaurant, and my new pink panties were noticeably wetter than when I first arrived. Gray did nothing untoward or inappropriate the entire meal, but I couldn’t help but notice he didn’t move his hand. In fact, he ate left handed. The idea that he didn’t wan
