As our chef finished cleaning his cooking area and thanked his nine guests, he turned to Kelsey and smiled.
"I hope you can come again," he quietly said, as his smile broadened.
"I am counting on it," Kelsey said, somewhat breathless in her reply. I subtly offered her my napkin but she ignored me. The server arrived with the checks for her customers, and smiled at Kelsey as she placed the check between us. I left more than enough money on the table to cover the bill and a large tip, and we stood to leave. As we walked out of the room, I let her proceed in front of me, and I could see her juices dripping down the inside of her thigh. And she made no move to hide the shiny liquid.
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