Getting home we exhaled, unpacked, showered and made arrangements to go back into town for their last evening. Another downtown apartment booked and we determined we ought to treat ourselves to some delicious local fare. I have had my eye on the selected restaurant since I came to the island last August, so it was an easy sell for me. While primping, there was another agreement made that later in the evening we would partake in some MDMA. We got tasting menus with wine pairings, and originally sat with me next to him, and her across, by the last few courses we were all scrunched on the same side trading bites of dessert and sharing drinks. The staff was having fun coming to our table and chatting about the meals, at one point near the end, with our affection somewhat on display, a server who had not been helping us came through and asked “you guys are gonna want a photo, right? I mean I have to take a picture for you.” She was a sweetie, being out and unabashed for a premium meal, getting knowing glances from the elder guests as we ate and laughed tugged on all my heart strings. We even got complimentary lattes. He went to use the washroom and she and I moved outside -ducking around a corner to make out, then realizing we should probably step out of hiding to join our man. Collecting ourselves and walking to the apartment, we arrived at the consensus that dinner had been exquisite foreplay.
