"A martini it is, my dear. And a vodka on the rocks," I said to the bartender. "And I will have another one of these, please."

I turned back to my two new companions and smiled at them. I must admit that I looked at Cindy Lou a lot more than I did at the other one, though. Who can blame me? She was a fat dyke with a short haircut and a tough face, while the other one was sugar and spice and all of that sort of stuff. A gorgeous delight.

The bartender brought our drinks and I held mine up in the air.

"Shall we drink a toast, girl?" I said to them then.

"Sure," Lizzie said, lifting hers up too. "What shall we toast?"

"How about the two most beautiful women in this bar tonight," I said.

Lizzie chuckled. "Well, I don't know about that. But it's awfully nice of you to say, heh heh…"

"I was speaking of Cindy Lou and myself, dear," I said.

"Oh," Lizzie said and then sighed.

We drank. She was a good sport but I wasn't going to let that stand in my way of sucking the pussy of that adorable Southern belle.

CHAPTER THREE

We had a few more drinks and then it was decided that all three of us would go back to my place. That might have led to trouble, but then again it might also lead to what I was looking for – to get into the pants of the adorable girl from Georgia.

The girl was really something else, and I'm not just referring to her looks now. She seemed to be really spaced out at times, and she was so blank to so much that was happening that it was really quite comical. She looked bored and worldly and utterly naive and innocent at one and the same time. It was incredible. But I was delighted. I didn't know where young girls like that came from but I was certainly glad to hear that they were still around and that I knew some of them.