by Gamin Paramour The first thing I noticed about him was the reflection of sunlight off of his bare thigh. It instantly struck me that his sweet young skin must be so fresh and smooth it was actually shiny. As the waitress led me past their table I tried not to be obvious as I gathered in the sight of him, and tried not to grin as I realized she was seating me at the very next table. She placed the menu at a seat where I would have been facing away, but I would have none of that, and quickly chose the position at the four-top that would afford me the clearest view of him. There were three of them at the table. The big man with the jet black hair and the thick moustache wore a uniform with a badge. This was not as frightening as it sounds, since the patch on his arm said "Security". Ain't afraid of no rent-a-cop. Across the table from him, with his back to me, sat a much thinner, somewhat younger man in jeans and a T-shirt, wearing a beeper. They talked of work,...
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