Chapter 612 Down Into Her Wetness:>100

My local was a typical London pub, Victorian, lots of polished wood and red plush, framed prints and brass light fixtures, but cool and airy. We sat and chatted about how we'd got here, where we were going, and what she was wanted to do when she finished university. Nobody bothered us, except for one amusing incident. Two City boys, probably in their late twenties had come in and were sitting at the bar, Armani suits, shirts, shoes, ties, belts, the whole uniform. They'd spotted Sai, and couldn't seem to take their eyes off her. I didn't blame them, I felt that way myself. She saw this, and seemed amused by it. I told her, if it worried her, I could go and have a word with them, but she laughed it off. Anyway, I had to go to the Gents, and when I came back one of them was trying to chat her up. I watched, waiting to see if she wanted any help. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she said something I couldn't hear, causing him to jerk his hand back and almost run back to his friend, shuddering, the two of them drinking up and leaving in a hurry. I walked back to the table, asked her what that was all about. Sai laughed. "He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere with him. I said I'd love to, but we had to be careful, I was just getting over a raging case of syphilis!" I always knew Sai could take care of herself.