#182271 - No choice we had to walk past him, he leaned forward and offered the tray I avoided all eye contact but I could sense him staring right at me, Steve grabbed two drinks and we walked on into a pretty crowded bar area. “Give us a hand with this blasted thing will you?” I grabbed the other sheet and threw it over his shoulder and wrapped the rest round his waist coming up between his legs, “feels like a badly fitting nappy” he said. Sol’s head moved from right to left and back and he seemed in no rush, Tracy’s hands went behind her head in a sort of provocative way sort of submissive she ran her hands through her hair, I moved closer to the edge just behind the balcony where carefully potted plants provided cover.
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