Chatting at the bar br waiting to order br br I admire her br skirt br br tell her she's br delicious in it. br br 'Oh, you flirt! ' br she flirts. br br Says she likes my jeans br (how the diamante applique coils & curls br about the thigh) br br 'Oh, yeah? ' br 'Yeah! ' br br Says I'd look better br in her br skirt than her br that I've got br better legs br than her. br br 'Ya wanna bet? ' br br 'Yeah? ' br 'Oh yeah! ' br br I squeeze out of my jeans br she unzips her skirt br br (our nether attire around our ankles) br we step out of br br our respectibve male & female br roles br br swop br br stand there at the bar br sipping cocktails br br with suggestive br names br br untio we are asked br to remove ourselves br br from this br establishment br this premises br br We leave arm in arm br I as her & she as me br br me in my sexy tartan mini br (a tight fit...I admit) br br she in jeans just...a little too big for her br br leaving a trail of laughter br like neon light on a rainy night.