Page 31 of Goose

The waiter stepped to the end of the table and gave Ally a nod. “Ally.”

“Hi, Lawson. I’ll have the Ribeye Dinner.”

“Is it good?” I asked.

“The best,” Ally responded. “It comes with garlic mashed potatoes, green beans with bacon and onions, and two hot rolls.”

“You better be hungry,” Lawson added. “It’s a twenty-ounce chunk of meat.”

My appetite had finally returned. I had a week of making up to do. A hearty meal sounded good. “I’ll have the same.”

He pointed to Ally. “Cooked medium? With milk?”

“Please, and yes, please.”

He shifted his eyes to me. “How would you like it cooked?”

“Medium.”

“Coffee?”

“I’ve still got some.”

“It’ll be about fifteen minutes on those,” he said, turning away as he spoke.

Ally twisted her hair into a bun. “So, you think I’m attractive, or whatever?”

“I do.”

Although a petite woman, Ally had a set of tits and an ass that transformed her into a curvaceous beauty. Body aside, she was an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her eyes alone would attract the attention of any man. Her full lips and long brown hair added to the ensemble, making the complete package irresistible.

Seeing her hair up gave her an elegant and refined appearance. I’d always found a woman’s neck sexy. As I became lost in admiration, it was immediately obvious my cock agreed.

Concealed from view by the table, I attempted to force my stiffening manhood into submission.

She gave me a puzzled look. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” I murmured.

She looked me over, pausing at my flexing bicep. “You’re doing something.”

I continued an unsuccessful effort to wrestle my cock into a flaccid state. “Were you going to make a point, or was that just a question you were wondering about? The attractive thing?”

She leaned to the side and peered beneath the table. Following a lengthy assessment, she looked up. “What are you doing with your dick?” she whispered.

“Trying to get it to settle down.”

“Is it out of control?”

“It’s getting that way.”

She put on a look of innocence. “Why?”

“Because it likes it when your hair’s up, that’s why.”

“It’s gets excited over that?”

I rolled my eyes. “It gets excited over weird shit.”