Yes, Brad was trying to slam-dance Davie

"I want to hear more details about you and Brad," said Aleksa.

"Y'sure, Aleksa?" Davie said. He looked at the couple across the back table of the gelato shop. "I don't want to distract you from, well, me."

Aleksa laughed. "No, tell, tell," she said.

John smiled and nodded for Davie to go on.

"A'right," Davie said. "So I'd crashed this college party and was chatting up this likely-looking bird. No one else is paying her any attention, maybe 'cause she's a tall number and they're afraid she'll fall on 'em. But she's a cutie and I can see in her eyes she's looking for some company. I chat her off into the corner and step up on a little box that's lying there on the floor. That puts us about even, and I'm kissin' her up, and she's giggling and trying her best to kiss back. They've turned up the music so we can barely hear each other, but I figure we don't need to do much talkin' by then. So I've slipped a hand down her trousers and she's chewin' on my lips when what should happen but I get a big biff on the butt. I keep my balance, and me cute giraffe thinks I'm just leanin' into her and she kisses back harder. So I just figure someone bumped into me by mistake and stick with me job."

Davie took a long drink of his iced tea and surveyed John and Aleksa. John was smiling as he listened to Davie's story. The compact, muscular man had one hand behind his taller wife, toying with her long black ponytail. Aleksa was grinning. She took another pull from her cigarillo. "Guess I better enjoy these while I can," she said. "Pretty soon the ban will be world-wide."

Davie raised his eyebrows.

"I only crave a smoke when I've been drinking," Aleksa said. "So I may have to give that up too." She rolled her shoulders. The movement strained the front of her sparkling silk blouse, and Davie wondered if she was finally going to pop a button.

"Poor girl, what's left?" Davie said.

She ran her tongue tip around the filter of her cigarillo. "Cock," Aleksa said. "If it only came eight at a time in a crush-proof box."

"There are times I wished that," Davie said. "Or ass. Six boy and six girl to a box, nestled in those wavy little paper cups like chocolates."

Aleksa laughed. "I'll look for them," she said. "I guess till then my husband will just have to step up. He's done pretty good so far." She hugged John and gave him a wet, smoky kiss, then turned back to Davie. "What happened next?"

"So's I get another biff from behind and I have to look around," Davie continued. "The college kids have decided it's time to slam-dance and they're bumping each other around. And this guy is trying to get us into the party by direct action. He gives me another bump, and I take my hand out of her knickers, jump down and bump him back. He bumps me into the girl, and she falls down on him and they crack their heads together and down they go in a heap. So there I am standing over them trying to make sure no other stupid duffer steps on them when I get bumped by someone else and I go down. And there we are all lying together and I'm just hoping no one else is going to fall on us. I can feel people's feet against mine and I can't move back to get up, and my way forward is blocked by the two of them, who I'm kind of lying on top of anyway."

Aleksa and John laughed.

"But what's happening now is that she moves her head over and starts kissing on him. I guess they must know each other already. And I'm lying there on top of him, my cheek against his crotch. He's wearing these soft thin pants, and I can feel he's hard against my cheek under the pants. And she moves over on top and my head is getting squished between their crotches. I don't know whether to go with it, it's really erotic in a twisted sort of way, or whether to struggle out before I get smothered or stepped on."

Brad returned and refilled Davie's iced tea. He didn't spend quite so long looking into his eyes this time.

"So what did you do?" Aleksa asked.