Well, is there?

Perhaps... but... unfortunately...

You start to consider what else you could do with the rulebook when the nervous petite waitress who was trying to arrange her new apron trips and sprawls onto you. It’s not unpleasant, her body is soft and yielding and you grip her. Her hand shoots out to steady herself and knocks the menu and water all over you and Christina.

Christina cries out in shock and you laugh in amusement as you help the naked flustered waitress stand, a steadying hand on her lovely ass. “I’m so sorry sir. I’m just not as used to this as I could be,” she says with a touch of envy towards Christina.

Her warm tush in your hand makes her clumsiness more than acceptable. You shrug. “Not a problem.”

Christina’s brow raises as she regards you and the waitress. You shrug as you reach for... something. There had been something... a book? A rulebook. You’d done all this but... the rulebook. Where was it? Why could you no longer see it?!