Ships and Space, Part 2f

Yeah, thought so. This is a pretty nasty toilet.

She was right. The cafe was on track for demolition, for certain. He coughed in badly suppressed disapproval while she had her back turned and hoped she didn’t hear.

So, what do you want to do first?

She pushed her tongue into her cheek and thought for a moment, and that mischievously transformed into an ‘ah-ha!’ face.

Lick the wall.

Even though he should have expected it, he flinched so intensely she had to stifle a giggle.

Well, uh, ok.

He blinked a couple of times.

I, uh… I don’t think I want to.

She coyly sideglanced and pursed her lips. Her shirt was still off, and her hand drifted to her nipple. She flicked it idly.

Really? Maybe I should go get my shirt

He thought hard about some way he could playfully manipulate the situation, but wasn’t coming up with anything. His stomach churned.

She smiled from ear to ear, then started groping her nipples with both hands.

You know I can make this worse.

His face felt like it had been on a stove. He trudged over to the wall, closed his eyes and widely licked it.