"Why, Miss Susie! Hello! Long time you no come here."

"Oh, I've been very busy. Starting Junior High and all."

The "all" was, of course, sex. Since her introduction to it that summer, Susie had had to forego many of her old habits and activities. One of them had been stopping in at the Deluxe after school. Now she did other things after school.

"You in Junior High already? My, you grow up fast. You look real good, too, Miss Susie. Theo, come see. Here Miss Susie to say hello."

"I just dropped in for a Coke."

"A Coke. O.K. You sit down. Theo, take Miss Susie a Coke."

Susie sat at a booth in the back of the restaurant. The vinyl banquette felt cold and sticky on her bare skin. She tried to spread her skirt demurely over her knees. Theo Vlastos brought the drink she had ordered. He was Mrs. Vlastos' husband. Both of them were in their seventies. The restaurant was mainly run by their sons, but at least part of every day, when business was slow, Mrs. Vlastos sat behind the cash register and Mr. Vlastos wiped half-heartedly at the tables.

After he set the Coke down, Theo Vlastos stopped to chat with her in his careful but awkward and limited English. He made Susie think of Mr. Marcella, the school janitor, which brought immediately to her mind the janitor's immense and still vigorous cock, despite its age. The memory of how he had fucked her in the boiler-room just an hour before started up a new itch in her pussy and she automatically looked down at Mr. Vlastos' crotch. She was surprised at what she saw.

"Why Mr. Vlastos, your fly is undone. Your zipper."

The old man looked down in confusion. He had indeed forgot to do up his fly when he last came from the toilet. It was so hard to remember everything these days. Hastily he tried to pull it up, but in his hurry he somehow got it stuck. His pulling and tugging only made things worse.

"It's stuck, Mr. Vlastos. Don't pull so hard. Here, let me see if I can fix it."