"Babe, I can promise you, you won't find anyone better here than I am at licking..."
His voice merges with all the background music and chatters. To her drunk ears, his speech does not sound one bit convincing.
Ugh. These men who are convinced they are self-proclaimed best at eating –
Her mindless thoughts are interrupted by an abrupt hand that grasps her arm from behind. Please, let it not be another one of these fools who seem convinced the only reason for a woman to wander into a bar is to be in search of a man plead the thoughts of millions of woman perched on barstools every night.
To her great pleasure, the hand does manage to spin her stool away from the boring man. Spin her to meet with brown hues she hasn't seen in over a month.
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Short StoryIn which a hooker falls in love with her client's roommate. snippet: "She'd wanted to slap him. Right across that goddamn handsome face. But then again, he is right. Isn't he? She is actually a whore. Isn't she?"
