How I Learned To Love Drag Part 8

"Oh god! Yes! Yes! Yes! Right there! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Dave savaged me with kisses and grunts and thrusts. He ground his crotch into me over and over and over again!

Was he insane?

He grabbed my upper body and proceeded to 'assault' me with uncontrolled fervor! He pounded my head into the table over and over again!

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

As my bewigged head bounced off the tabletop, I realized that Dave had taken advantage of the situation. He was exacting his revenge for this morning - when the tables had been reversed!

Suddenly a large piece of hamburger struck me in the mouth!

I looked to the other tables. It was then that I realized a full-fledged food fight had broken out!

Hell! It was a war! A battle of the sexes!

Women flung their grenades at the guys! The men hurled their bombs at the gals!

Absolute bedlam! Insanity!

I had to get into it! I tried to push Dave off me.

He didn't resist. He was too busy putting his arms up to shield himself from the incoming missiles!

I ducked under the table as quickly as I could. Partially protected by the table, I located the remnants of my spilled salad plate and its contents on the food-strewn floor.

Now I had ammunition!

I popped up, with cucumber slices in hand, and winged them at Daniel!

Bull's eye!

Then I got pinged by some French fries!

Who threw that!

I turned and pitched a handful of croutons and tomatoes blindly in the direction of the French fry fire!

Direct hit!

Taking cover beneath table level, I looked for my half-eaten Sole.

Food bits were flying about like shrapnel. I took a stinging zucchini slice to the face.

"Stop! Stop!" yelled the waiter.

I sprang up and I chucked the fish chunk at the waiter!

"Ha! Ha!" I taunted after the fish exploded against his chest!

When I ducked down under the table, Dave grabbed my hand.

"Sean, we have to get out of here! There'll be hell to pay! Literally hell to pay!"