“Yes,” he gasped, with an embarrassed, mortified look added to big his pain.” “Good, and by the way, you wet yourself.” I let go of his shirt and relieved myself in the urinal. As I was washing my hands, I added, “Don’t talk to Mary and don’t look at her. Stay completely away from her. Don’t go near her again in your lifetime.” I threatened as I wiped my hands with paper towels. I pushed the wet paper towels into Tom’s face twisting them and said, “Get your date and clear out.” Tom left soon after he came out of the Men’s Room, no explanation or goodbyes. His clueless girlfriend shoved three bottles of wine coolers in her purse before he pulled her away from the table. When the music began to play, Mary and I were the first on the dance floor, her idea, and it was a slow dance to Nat King Cole’s “Unforgettable,” Mary wanted to know what I said to the jerk. I held her close, but not as close as I wanted. “What did you say to Tom?” she asked, “And why was the front of his pants wet?” “Does it matter, Joe and Ann, are not upset Tom’s gone, and you asked me to keep him away from you. Gone is unarguably far away. I deserve a kiss for going above and beyond our agreement. Please kiss me?” “You will take a kiss regardless,” she replied, whether I’m willing or not.” “We’ve been out twice, together. Have I treated you other than a Lady in public? You asked me to keep Tom away from you, and I did. Did I cause a scene tonight and embarrass you now in front of your friends? As I said, friends, another song began playing, “A kiss to build a dream on” by Louie Armstrong. “I don’t like you, “but at least you’re not groping me while we dance or when we’re sitting at the table. I’ll concede your mother taught you to be a gentleman, and you have nice manners, and can be charming, and that doesn’t change a thing.” “You do like me, Mary, you don’t know it yet. May I hold you a little bit closer, and will you put your head on my shoulder while we dance?” I teased. She blowjob didn’t answer. “You are beautiful, and therefore to be Hardcore wooed. You are a woman, and amateur therefore to be won.” “Good luck with that, Mr. Stone, because in less than six pov months, I won’t give you the time of day.” I pulled Mary a bit closer and said, “That will be my regrettable loss, but until then, it will be my privilege to take you dancing often. I wonder if we could set some discreet mirrors around the room. His cock bent downward as the cloth pushed against it. You will have no choice. John portraying Raggedy Andy did nothing to amateur detract from his rugged good looks pov or ever-present virile manliness beneath the knee-high bib overalls and red and white striped socks. Just the perfect age to love you for hours. I stroked him a bit and then left him hanging. “God, you're just a kinky thing, aren't you?” To her that meant quite a lot. I was trapped, big with nowhere to go, and clearly no help blowjob expected. “This is Hardcore how you wanted to learn telekinesis, Yavara, don’t get mad at me.” I teased.