Annie's Birthday

Anthony decided I was still driving and she insisted on a fancy sushi place. The decor was all reds and blacks; various bits of Japanese knick knacks hung from the walls. She immediately ordered off the menu. Tamago, unagi, Toro, and Ikura. Three pieces each and oysters for an appetizer enough for two. And a bottle of good warm sake. She gave the waiter a knowing smile which was returned. I grinned and suggested that the waiter must have fallen for her disguise. She gave me a pout.

"What disguise?" she demanded.

Anthony ravenously ate her food and drink, in a very different manner than her usually dainty procedure. She even made bold with the wasabi which was usually too hot for her.

As she drank on, enthusiastically, she started to get that shine to her eye again and she slipped her foot out of her shoe and I could feel her tiny foot slowly move up my leg. She had to slump in her chair a bit but soon I felt her foot on my inner thigh and her toes massaging me through the fabric. I gave her a look of admonishment but took a moment when it hit me. She really did look like a young man across from me in the low lights of the restaurant. She gave no indication that she was up to anything, she just looked a little drunk. As her foot got bolder, and I got more excited, he began talking about some random business details about her job. A job she doesn't actually have. She waxed philosophical about sports she never watched and suggested we go away for the weekend.

As the waiter returned with the check she made her second command- now we would be going dancing, and she wanted to try some place new. The place she had in mind was a gay club a friend of hers had suggested. There was a line to get in and we waited. She stood next to me with her hands in her pockets and repeated some of her lines about basketball and football and play offs- she occasionally got details mixed up. She made sure to occasionally lean in close to remind me that she was wearing a men's cologne.