“The weather is good but the patio will be a hot and will therefore be secluded. Come. Leave your jacket. Gail will take care of it.”
The restaurant was doing a brisk business. But as noted, there was heat which kept the patrons away from the outdoor patio. Susan led to the rear door and I followed, acutely aware of the wrists bands which gratefully no one else noticed.
At age eighteen, I suppose all girls have a degree of cuteness. In Susan it was something I had come to ignore I suppose because of her irritatingly saucy demeanor, not to mention the prior summer’s traumatic workout when she mocked as I was exercised in the nude.
But as I followed, her shapely form began to bring attraction. And now that she was in charge, what I brushed off before as the childish deeds of adolescence n
