Page 14 of Champion of Cards

“How do you know?” I asked.

“Oh, I would remember.” Her hands moved to her hips. “What can I get you?”

“We’ll take two glasses of wine,” Larisa said.

“Alright.” The waitress still didn’t look at them. “And you? Some ale?”

“Sure. You got food?”

“Meat lasagna.”

I waited for more offerings, but they didn’t come. “Do you have rat?”

Her eyes immediately narrowed, and she moved closer to me, as if she hadn’t heard what I said. “I’m sorry?”

“He’ll take the lasagna,” Kingsnake said quickly. “Thank you.”

The waitress walked away.

“What’s lasagna?” I asked.

“It’s a pasta dish with tomato sauce and meat,” Larisa explained.

I made a subtle cringe.

“You’ll like it,” Kingsnake said. “Trust me, it’s much better than rat and frogs…and whatever else you eat.”

“My favorite is squirrel.”

Kingsnake cringed slightly. “Let’s change the subject.”

“The waitress likes you,” Larisa said.

My eyes shifted back to her across the bar, and that was when I realized she continued to stare at me. Her shirt hugged her chest tightly, and I started to notice the snugness in my trousers. And then I noticed the big rod against my stomach. I suddenly felt warm and uncomfortable, like I might start sweating for no reason at all. “I think I like her tits…”

Kingsnake grinned. “Welcome to the club.”

I looked at Larisa across from me and stared at her chest, which was also very nice, something I hadn’t noticed before.

“Fang.”

My eyes shifted to Kingsnake.

“You can look at any tits but those,” he warned. “That was your only free pass.”

The waitress came over and brought the drinks. She leaned far toward me, bringing her tits close to my face. She gave me a nice smile before she turned and walked off.

My eyes dropped to her ass, and I stared as she walked away.

Larisa must have noticed because she said, “I think it’s time for the birds and the bees talk…” She took a drink of her wine.

“I’ve eaten birds, but not bees,” I said. “Too small.”

Larisa turned to Kingsnake. “It’s definitely time.”

Kingsnake took a long drink from his glass before he regarded me. “Listen, you’re probably going to get a lot of offers this weekend—”

“What’s an offer?”

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