Like most of the restaurants along Cary Street, Double T’s had outside dining on a wooden patio that overlooked the sidewalk. Because they had Sadie with them, Matt stayed outside while Vic went in to tell the server they wished to eat outside. The dog lay with her head on her paws around one side of their small table, and Matt scooted his chair over to sit beside Vic. His hand started the evening on Vic’s knee; a few beers later and it had crept its way steadily up Vic’s thigh, until the fingers angled into Vic’s crotch. Every now and then Matt would prod the front of Vic’s jeans, where the beginning of an erection stiffened at his touch. As the evening wore on, Vic found it increasingly hard to concentrate on reining in this new kinetic power of his with the pleasant distraction of his l
