You finish the last spare rib, br rolling the bone br between soy-stained fingers, br whose touch I know so well. br br You nibble up and down its length, br sucking at succulence, br tongue darting, teasing, br eyes twinkling as they catch mine, br juice dribbling down your face. br You lick and nibble, br you suck, I dribble. br I know what's in your mind br it's in mine, too - br but for now we must be good. br br You giggle: I sigh, br and rearrange my napkin br so your husband won't notice br (as I have no gun in my pocket) br how very pleased I am to see you.