Throat Fucking
"Dinner?" I asked.
"In Idaho Springs?"
"Sure."
"OK," she said, and then hesitated. "Want a romantic apres-ski
date or just food?"
"Just food was all I had in mind," I said, and then chuckled, "I'm
open to more, though. Got any place in mind?"
"How about something Chinese?"
"Sounds good."
She reached over and briefly rested her hand on my knee, and a few
minutes later, we drove off the interstate and pulled up outside a
Chinese restaurant that looked like it had been built in a fairly modern
bank building, complete with drive-up teller's window.
I went in feeling mellow after a long day on the slopes. Either
the food was good or I was too hungry to be very critical. I wasn't
feeling very talkative, and that seemed to satisfy Susan, but as she ate,
she looked at me with an interesting look on her face, and she didn't
seem to mind my looking at her.