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Clams Casino.”  The big, hulking man took off to fill our order, and I wondered at how the people around Adam seemed to be overly-intent on making him happy.  Not just the guy behind the bar, but me , too.  For example, I didn’t even know what in the world ‘Clams Casino’ was.  And I didn’t care.  I also didn’t care that he had taken over and made the decision.  It had been the right one.
    Seafood was light, and clams were particularly inoffensive as far as meat in a shell went.  You had to really be in the mood for oysters, and even mussels were a little ‘fishy’, so clams sounded perfectly agreeable.  I certainly needed something in my stomach, and soon.  I was already half on my way to piss-damn-drunk, and I hadn’t eaten a thing all day.  By now, I couldn’t tell if it was the booze making me w oozy, the lack of caloric intake , or Adam’s heady nearness, but w ith his order , I could eat enough to fortify my energy and still not be too full.  A nd the second drink was anot her welcome suggestion.  I needed all the liquid courage I could get, and g lancing askance now , I saw my first one on the bar and noted that it was already drained fully-dry.  I didn’t even remember finishing it , much less setting it down .
    “Let’s get the rest of the shit out of the way,” Adam said abruptly , and I looked up and met his eyes.  They enveloped me, sucking me in, and I found myself nodding d umbly in response to his words .  I was so distracted, busily soaking in his long, muscular, lanky body, his black j eans, black boots, black shirt and black jacket.  I also liked his black hair and those unbelievable gray eyes.  That hook in his nose suited him.  The more I looked at him, the sexier he got.
    “I have no communicable diseases, past or present.  In fact, I have no health problems whatsoever.  I am, however, sterile.  And I don’t like to fuck with a condom.  If you have anything I should know about before we get down to business, you need to divulge it now.  I’ll be able to tell if you’re lying.”  His eyes were practically searing into me.  He obviously wanted an immediate answer.
    “No, ah, no – nothing you need to know.”  He kept staring at me in pointed silence, so I just kept going, filling in the blanks; “I’m not on the pill.  I always use condoms.  I just went to the doctor a while back and got a clean bill of health in every area.  And I’ve ah, remained shall we say , ‘dateless’ since then.”
    “How many men have you been with ?” he asked me coldly .
    “What?” I replied, taken aback.
    “How many?”
    I was about to tell him to kiss my ass and storm off, but h is fingers tightened on my knee and he leaned towards me, just a bit.  But it was enough.  I smelled him, smelled his spicy, musky scent.  I saw his heavy pulse thudding steadily and strongly in the side of his neck.  I wanted him, then.  I wanted him bad.
    “Seven,” I said without any further hesitation.
    “Make that eight,” he said firmly.  “And with me, there will be no condoms.  Not now, not ever.”
    “How do you protect yourself then?” I blurted out , a little embarrassed by how forward I was forced to be.   Then again, he was being much, much more so.
    “I don’t fuck whores,” he responded.  And that was the end of that.
    The Clams Casino came, and it was delicious.  They were broiled or something, on the half-shell, seasoned with ba con, shallots, peppers, parmesan, and a mixture of other rich spices .  They were decadent and sensual, just the right texture and taste.  And the double Jack and Coke went along with them just fine.
    Before I knew it, we were done.  I had set my coat and scarf on the bar beside me, and he rose wordlessly and scooped them both up , letting me know without even saying anything that he’d decided it was ti me for us to go.  I felt myself trembling and began wondering , where was the fearless woman who had just strode