Watching football

I relax and watch the game for a while, and I can see Millie out by the pool. At first, she was just sitting in the same position for about 10 minutes, but now she has laid back down on the sun lounger.

Then, she turns around and looks over her shoulder at the house, and I am sure she can see me watching TV through the window.

I can see Millie smile a small smile, then she gets up from her sun lounger and walks towards the house. She opens the patio door, then looks at the TV, then at me, and says:

"Oh, watching football?"

Yes, obviously, I think to myself, but out loud I say.

"Yup."

Millie watches the TV for a while, then looks over at me, and says:

"You know, there is cold beer in the fridge."

I don't respond, I just keep watching the game, then Millie says:

"Should I bring you one."

"That'd be great." I reply without taking my eyes of the TV.

Millie goes to the kitchen, and returns with a cold beer, and pours it in a glass which she hands to me with a shy smile on her face.

I take the beer, give her a brief smile, and say: "Thank you."

Millie moves a bit to the side so that she is not blocking my view, but keeps standing close to me. I can tell she wants to say something, so I look up at her, saying:

"Yes?"

Millie smiles a shy smile and says:

"Well, it's just that, whenever your father watches football, he likes me to... During half-time... Well, he likes me to pleasure him with my mouth during half-time."

I smile a small smile, but don't say anything. Millie turns around and looks at the clock on the TV screen which shows 3 minutes and 42 seconds left until half time. She calmly sits down next to me on the sofa and watches the game with me.