casual silk camp shirt and cargo shorts, and we walked out of the hotel into the warm spring evening.

I asked Marco, “So, where is this great steakhouse? Do we need a cab?”

“No – it’s just a few blocks down the street – best steaks this side of Chicago, and the only service in town that’s as good as mine.”

I thought of some of the ways he could service me, fervently hoping that the casual touches and glances of the evening are leading in the right direction.

We walked to the steak house, an obviously upscale but still comfortable place, and Marco was right – that was the best steak I’d ever had, the wine was excellent, and the service was almost as good as his. About halfway through the meal, as we talked, and I found out more about him, I felt a bulge growing in my jeans that had nothing to do with the couple of bottles of wine we’d shared during the meal. I excused myself to go to the men’s room, but he got up too, saying that he had some urgent business also. By the tent at the front of his cargo shorts, I could see that his business was even more urgent than mine.

We both went to the urinals, him right next to me, and I couldn’t resist checking him out. He had a whopper – and I stood looking at it a bit too long, because I heard him whisper quietly, “Like what you see?”

I looked up quickly, his blue eyes were dancing again, and he was grinning at me, with the dimples showing. He said quickly, “I hope you do – because I definitely like what I’m seeing!” And with that, he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek!

Well, it was like the bells and whistles and flashing lights in the Casino again – we both zipped up, and I said quietly, imitating the PA announcer, “Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a winner!” I drew him to me for a long, deep, kiss. The outer door of the men’s room opened, and we broke off quickly, and headed out the door as an older man came in. We practically ran back to the table, and quickly finished our meal, almost not speaking but with a lot of footsie-playing and thigh-stroking under the table. When the waiter came by to ask about dessert, we both declined, and when he handed me the check I give him about $200.00 of my $500.00. I looked at Marco and said dreamily, “Where to now?”

“I live just around the corner, if that’s more convenient than going back to the hotel.”

“That sounds great – lead on!”

We walked quickly – in fact, almost ran – to his apartment, which was