“Uh, carry on,” said Pat, sounding off balance for the first time that night.
“Yessir,” said Joanie. “Practice makes perfect, sir.” She did something with her hand that made Miller pull up his head.
“Now, Jack, what have we talked about?”
“Better to give…” gasped the fireman, and then swore and dove back in.
Jessie felt her jaw drop. What the f**k is happening tonight? Did Lea put something in the beer?
“Have fun, Captain!” Joanie called. “You too, Super Mario.” She winked at Jessie. “And I don’t even have to tell you to have fun.”
“Um. Thanks,” Jessie said, and pulled Mario Billings to the passenger side of the car, away from the increasing sounds of the woman’s
moans of arousal — something Jessie had never heard, at least not without a wall or a car window to make it a bit less
