"You know, I know what you are doing here."
"What do you mean?" Jerry said, feeling his cock hardening in his pants.
"Fancy bar, drinks with umbrellas, I'm not stupid."
"Of course not," Jerry replied absently as he stared at her rounded face, at her white spotted, almond shaped eyes. Her skin was so pale, yet the fold at the edge of her eyes gave her an exotic, oriental look. Her tiny chin seemed to recess into the folds of her neck and then downward, the cleavage only slightly hidden by her lace blouse promised some large, rounded breasts.
"I mean it, I see you exactly for what you are," she growled, grabbing her drink and taking an angry sip.
Watching her protruding tongue support the glass as she drank Jerry replied, "Is it wrong for a man to buy an attractive woman a drink?"
"Attractive?"
"Yes, you are incredibly beautiful," he lied. She was absolutely right, she did see him exactly for what he was, but then he was simply doing what everyone else in the bar was doing. It was the newest social trend, something he and his friends callously called retard dipping.
"I am also different."
"No you're not, just look over there at that couple dancing and hell, the guy at the bar has got three ladies falling all over him."
"And every one of us has Downs."
"What about her over there?" Jerry asked, nodding at woman slowly lifting a glass to her mouth, her hand twisted oddly, shaking as she carefully sipped through a long straw.
"Okay yes, that's not Downs..."
"Tell me, why are you here? I mean you let me buy you three drinks now."
"Well it is nice to have a man buy me a drink or two..."
"...or three," Jerry interjected.
Nodding, she continued, "...or three, and to be honest, I never thought I would notice a man try to secretly adjust himself because of me."
"You noticed that?"
Smiling, she nodded.
"What can I say," Jerry said, "I see you, this lace and what it is hiding," running his fingers along the lace edge of her blouse, "and I respond."
"And once you respond, I must do the same and say, sorry, but you're packing the wrong equipment."
"Wrong equipment?" he confusedly.
"Come on Steph, you ready to head home?" she said to a tall, blonde woman who had just stepped out of the restroom.
"Whoa, whoa now," Jerry said, "you let me buy you these drinks thinking... and you're a dyke?"
"Listen, Steph and I are lesbian, not dykes and as for your drinks... let's just call it an investment in education. Most of these girls here, the retards you dip into, know what the game is, in fact they are doing the same thing with you. Yeah, except for them, it's called moron dipping. All they want is a quick fuck from a dumb ass guy and hey, you and your friends fit the bill.
"Now if you excuse me, Stephanie and I have better things to do." She grabbed the blonde woman's hand and walked out of the bar.
"Wow, you sure told him off Claire," the blonde said as she walked down the sidewalk.
"Well, I just get so sick and tired of them, dipping, damn."
"I also thought you were straight," Stephanie replied.
"I thought so too, but after tonight I'm not so sure and well, we are friends and..."
"So you really do want to come home with me tonight?"
"If you take it slow Steph," Claire replied.
The two women continued holding hands as they walked to Stephanie's apartment building. As they stepped into the apartment Stephanie asked, "Would you like something to drink?"
"I had a lot to drink at the bar, I think I'm fine."
"Okay, if you don't mind I'm going to grab a glass of wine," Stephanie replied walking into the kitchen. "Just have a seat anywhere."