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“What?” Cutter spluttered, crumbs flying as he gesticulated wildly with a half-eaten breadstick.
“You heard me,” Jenny replied. “And keep your voice down.”
Cutter chanced a quick glance around the restaurant. He'd picked it for their date because of its reputation for good food and discrete service, a decision that was now paying dividends.
“Do you mind?” Jenny asked, scooting closer and taking hold of one of Cutter's hands. He watched, fascinated, as she pulled it towards her crotch.
“That you're not wearing any knickers?” he gulped. “No, no, I don't mind at all.”