Chapter 6: Trivial Pursuits

Ryan, who could feel himself blushing, looked across the table at Cassia, who giggled. He turned to Mia, who was redder than she’d been before. “Isn’t there something else we can talk about besides our waitress’s tight jeans?” she asked. “Something more adult.”

Before they could embark on another course of conversation, a slim, casually dressed man with thinning hair and a dark moustache walked up to their table. “ Frank, Diana, girls, how are you?” he asked. “I figured I’d see you tonight.”

“Good evening, Bert,” Mia ‘s mother said. She turned to Ryan. “Bert, I’d like you to meet Ryan. He’s Mia ‘s guest. Ryan, this is Bert Winters, he owns the Inn.”

“Nice to meet you, Ryan, “ the man said.

“Ah ... nice to ... to meet you, too, sir,” the young man replied.

“Polite young man,” the owner commented, smiling. “Don’t see many of those around any more.”

The owner chatted with Mr. Dorley and, while he did, Mia ‘s mother continued to touch and caress the young man. “The food they serve here is really quite good,” she leaned over and told him. “I think you’ll be surprised. The first time we came here, I wasn’t sure I’d like it ... I mean, it does look a bit like a dive from the outside, doesn’t it?”

“Ah ... yeah ... I-I guess so,” Ryan said. He was embarrassed because Mia ‘s mother’s touches were making his penis hard again. That certainly was the last thing he expected to have happen this weekend. “I wonder if she has any idea what she’s doing to me?” he wondered.

“Yeah, the food really is good,” Cassia added. She was watching her mother with a bemused look on her face. “What did you order, Ryan?”

“Ah ... I-I’m getting the baked stuffed shrimp,” he replied.

“Me, too,” Cassia said. “The stuffing they put in it here is really good. It’s got crab meat in it.”

“Ah ... what are you having, Mia?” Ryan asked.

“Broiled scallops,” she replied, a bit curtly, sounding almost distracted. She seemed to be looking past him, toward the entrance.

Ryan glanced over his shoulder and saw a big, handsome, well-built young man wearing snug jeans and a tank top standing just inside the door. The muscles in the guy’s upper chest were well developed and the tank top fit him like a second skin. His blonde hair was cut very short and he had a look of superiority on his face, as if he expected every female in the place to be looking at him. He smiled in their direction then started walking toward the table. Ryan ‘s heart sank. Was this some old boyfriend of Mia ‘s? He turned to her and saw that she had an odd half-smile on her face and he began to feel even glummer.