a friend he hadnt seen in some
time happened to be rolling through town
he called to see if hed like to meet for dinner
mentioned an Italian place Heard anything about it?
A good
place things
to him never got better than good
Awright. Meet youshould arrive . in . hour an a half. Time
for you?
Plenty Ill meet you there
he arrived early ordered a jug of
dago red a house wine it was served it in a canewrapped jug he
thought a nice touch
no sooner than Sofia the server set
the bottle and glasses down than Steve arrived at the table following the buxom
hostess who wore a peasantstyle blouse scoopedneck
and skirt
he stoodgreeting him the women stepped backout of the way not to
become embroiled in their slugginghuggingslapping embrace they evidently enjoyed their enthusiastic
welcoming smiled broadly at their unabashed
affection
they thanked Eva Sofia excused herself
Manohman, I love their
outfits, you know they wore them?
Halffigure you did
Had no idea, but seeing I
fullyfigured you knew.
Ya give me too much credit they are appealing certainly piques ones appetite
I should say.
he reached overgrabbed the bottle by
its neckbegan pouring We should toast.
A toast
Yes. I believe this maybe the first time we’ve eaten
at an Italian . . ristorante.
Oh blow me getting all dagoey on
me ristorante
Not shabbyhuh?
Saw it on Sofia’s
nametag, wears it up near her shoulder.
I saw Misdirection
Could be, though wouldn’t have
hung right dead on.
No No I shoud say not
So you don often have Italian
No, rarely, a business associate
recommended it.
Im no good in the kitchen with
Italian so Im drawn to them dine on whaya
cant make a home An other sundry other
reasons
Sundry?
Yes
Sounds loaded.
Ohbrother involuntarily
eyelids flutteredflooding with memory
Soundinglooking more loaded.
Yah Your toast first
If I know you there’s a story.
So here’s to our ongoing story, and stories you tell that enthrall me.
Aww yare mighty sweet
You’ll never know. he laughed
they clinked glasses
Ohshit, that’s tasty.
A freakin house wine they wont say what it is you cant buy a bottle
to go You want it ya have to come
Brilliant to know when you got a good
thing
Steve raised
his glass again
To knowing when you got a good
thing.
Good things
clinked again
Really tasty. I’m happy I suggested here, would you have?
Idve asked what you were hungry
for
I might not have said Italian.
Idve been at a loss I rarely dine out
Look at us suffering good
fortune.
he sipped again Your story.
Story Yes
Since Im not one to kiss or
tell . . Sofias timing was
impeccable Kiss or tell? she askedhad come up behind him Steve hadnt said
he gave him a
Thanks buddy look
Sofia was beside himhip at his
shoulderher expression beckoning her question
I know you know the concept Sofia
I do, though I wasn’t keen men
did, you know, locker room gossip, have brothers, they’re pigs.
Steves a pighe started Im a little bit pig
Just a little bit?
Yes wee wee wee a little bit Steves a boar
What the hell? he grimaced it was
performative
Shaddup an take your beating I
know you know now Sofia knows You are who
you are
This is really veering off trac .
.
.
. Shoud have said Sofia was coming up behind me
So what about kiss and tell? she interrupted
No names he looked at Steve Not tha youd know them
You
really want to hear this Sofia
I’m intrigued.
Ya got me. said Steve
Really long delicious stories
short
Ive had sexmade love with three different women in four differentexcuse
me if I step on your toes glanced at Steve four different ristorantes It was remote booths aromas Chianti bottles
dribbled with candle wax wine flickering candles checkered red an white tablecloths
an amorous amorosa equally possessed partners
You’re not having
sex here, are you? asked Sofia
Brava Sofia yare quick Woudnt want to play mumbleypeg with you
they chorused What’s that?
Another story
Appetizer Calamari Sofia
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