Allan ordered a mojito, fondled his wife's ass under the table and grinned at their date.<br/><br/>"Karen's drink is a Cosmopolitan: vodka, triple sec, lime and cranberry juice. Mine is  a mojito: rum, cane sugar and lime juice. What are you having?" He stroked Sam's hand and leaned forward a little.<br/><br/>"I was thinking we could have a few drinks here, and then head back to our place when we've got to know each other a bit more, and you feel a little more comfortable with us. Just relax, and go with the flow," he added soothingly, stroking the nervous young lady's arm and tracing a finger down her cleavage for a moment. "You're in good hands," he promised, rubbing his hand firmly up Karen's thigh under the table.