She was smiling a lewd, seductive grin, almost daring him to reach out and touch her sensual body, her arm still extended and holding his Pernod. "You like?" she cooed up at him, undulating her belly in his direction like an exotic dancer from a desert sheik's harem.
"Yes, thank you," David stammered, reaching with fumbling fingers for the glass she was holding and lifting it hurriedly to his lips. My God, what a woman! he was thinking as he poured the licorice-flavored liquid into the back of his throat as though it were water. It seemed to calm him down almost immediately, even though he could still feel the throbbing insistence in his inflamed loins, and without hesitating he drank another huge mouthful.
"I meant, do you like me?" she repeated when he finally lowered the glass. Her ey
