with a gorgeous, sophisticated, wealthy, and very delicious
lady. I'd scraped together some money to take her to a very
hip restaurant bar . . . a downtown Hotspot. After the initial
chitchat . . . she proceeded to order the most expensive items
on the menu. Foie gras, Lobster Patron and of course Champagne
to wash it all down.
In my naiveté I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like
that when you dine with her?" "No," she replied. "but my mother
doesn't expect fellatio at the end of the soiree." I said,
"Would you care for dessert?"
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