“Hey Sarah!” he shouted from across the room. After he’d shouted, his friends turned to him as though he’d completely lost the plot. “It’s alright,” he said, “I know her, she’s an old college friend.”
He was about to stand up and go over to her as she looked his way, trying to distinguish where the voice had come from, then he realised that the stiffy in his trousers was going to prevent him from doing pretty much anything that involved standing up. So he resorted to the only thing available to him, he started to wave his hands in the air and continue calling her name. If she didn’t recognise him he was going to look like a compelte fool in front of all his friends here.
For a moment she looked at him with a mixture of confusion and pity. Then suddenly something came across her face like a light had shone. She recognised him! Bernie couldn’t believe his luck; he hadn’t expected she would. Now he had to try and explain why he couldn’t be bothered to get his lazy ass off his chair to walk over to her and decided it was acceptable to yell her from across the room, wave his hands madly and expect her to come running!
The hard-on in his trousers just twitched even more at the thought of being introduced to this gorgeous babe with the big hooters…