Chapter Eleven
I dressed for him. I bought a denim skirt and wore another very tight, body-hugging sweater. My breasts spilled out almost to my n****e, though I made sure they wouldn’t.
Casey and I slowed danced in a tavern, while those around us played pool and drank until they passed out or were on the verge of a bar brawl that would send everyone stumbling into the night outside. Casey had his arms around me with his hands on my ass, drawing my skirt up enough so he could feel the bare flesh of my upper thighs. My arms were around his neck, my mouth on his, open and searching.
“Hey, take it to bed!” One obnoxious guy bellowed.
We danced on ignoring him, until Casey finally broke away. “You said you wanted to see my s*x machines?”
“Yeah, I want to see your s*x machines.” I was a
