“Do you know what the May Pole represents?” Krisy asked me, giggling and leaning towards me.
I ran my along her side and let it rest on her hip. “No, but I’d love to hear about it,” I responded.
“Well, let’s just say I can’t show you at the bar. We’d have to go someplace private.”
“I can think of a private place we can go where you can show me,” she said, continuing to giggle and rubbing her foot against my calf.
“Yeah?” I said. “Where’s that?”
“My place,” she replied, grinning.
She leaned forward and I grinned back.