Renee's husband stopped over Saturday afternoon to invite me for a drink at Jets Bar and Grill. My first thought was to decline his offer, but I have already done that three times to him, so I accepted.nnI kept thinking about that one day Renee stopped over and we cuddled on my bed after she read two stories I had written about her and I. nnAll I could think of was "I wish this was Renee and I, I wish this was Renee and I, I wish this was."nnSitting at the bar and admiring all the cute young girls waiting tables or and hostesses wearing their tight tops propping up their titties, so that every guy in the joint could fantasize about sucking them off, was a treat for all of us.nnYeah, yeah you may be thinking, be immature about it, and ogle each little chick that shimmies around those tight areas in between tables. nnThen they will go up to the bar, prop their tits on top of it, so that their cleavage is even more noticeable to us all. We all want or hope they would allow us to stick our tongues out and lick their cleavage.nnThat is the type of joint this bar appears to be. However, it isn't always like that with each young lady working there; it only seems like it. It's a prerequisite of working there though.nnNevertheless, Cory, Renee's husband, and I talked about almost everything under the sun. nnHalf of that, I could care less about, but he seems to believe we are bonding and a friendship is forming between us. No, I was not doing that, I was only being polite.nnBetween different conversations, he's the one crudely pointing out how he wants to do an 'open face steak sandwich' type fuck on any one of these chicks. nnI suppose I'd agree with him, but I'm not openly, because I don't want to give him that impression that's the type of person I am.nnI'm 41 and soon to be, 42 and every one of these young women could be my daughter. Damn, I thought, life's a bitch. nnHowever, on the other hand, maybe they'd like to be eaten out. I was not telling Cory that because he'd become boisterous about it at that point, and embarrass me.