“Sweetheart; I’m not forcing you. This is your choice.”
“You’re kidding, right?” she asked – the old, assertive Rebecca showing for a second. I pressed the button again on my remote. The pulsing inside her would be stronger now.
“What did you just do?” she gasped. “Oh God!”
All at once she moved her chair back and bent down. She grabbed her right calf with both hands.
“Oww!” she groaned. “Oh gosh, I really need to stretch this leg!”
I stifled a laugh and ate a couple of strawberries as she acted out her pantomime.
“Oh!” she gasped. “Oh!”
Her groans reached a peak – it was clear to me that everyone on the surrounding tables knew what was going on; but social convention prevented them from commenting. And I had to admit, Rebecca’s made up excuse about the cramp had been quite clever.
