Playtime in the Park_(0)
Rick pretended to read his paper, watching the couple on the park bench across from him over the edge of the political section. “Come on, do it, Jessica.” The man told his woman. “I can’t, Damon. Someone might see.” Jessica whispered back, giggling as Damon inched his hand higher beneath her miniskirt. “That’s the whole point. Come on. Do it for me.” Damon leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. The woman glanced at Rick but his eyes were glued on the words in front of him as if he had not even seen them. “There is a man right there.” She said under her breath. “For me.” Damon repeated seeming to know her resistance was fading. Rick lifted his eyes, watching her catch her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought about …