Blog Blogger: HORNY SPANISH FLIES reached for the cup, taking it in his large hand and bringing it to his lips. Diana smiled as he grimaced with the first sip, the unfamiliar taste of alcohol setting foot on his tongue.
Diana poured herself a glass and added her own vodka, pulling out a chair and sitting at the table, so close to Dean their legs almost touched. The boy looked at her, startled, and struggled to take another drink from his cup.
"I have to say, Dean, that you do quite a job out there. Makes me wonder what other things you could doˇKwith the right equipment."
"I'm not quite sure what you mean, Miss Tate," Dean said, his voice shaking. Diana smiled at him and rested her hand on his leg. The boy practically jumped at the gesture.
