Chapter 10 - Ryan

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When she went to her office, I ventured one last, look at your hot body. This woman has everything I ever wanted. At about nine in the evening, I quit my job. When I went out, Catherine was already in front of my office. Her hair was fluffed up. The dress she wore was very short, tight, golden, and made her curves stand out. This girl. I watched as she put her last makeup on her make-up.

"Wow, you look ... wow."

She smiles at me and came upon me.

"So where do you want to go? In a Restaurant? I know a very good Restaurant here. "I boast.

Catherine smiled at me.

"I'm not so hungry, but we could go to my place and hang out. Drink something. If you have nothing against it."

Suddenly we heard Amber's voice behind us:

"You two are ... dating?" Amber asked with a meaningful look in our direction.

"What's going on between you two, huh?"

Curious beast.

Catherine smiles and tells her that we have some sort of "date".

Amber giggles and waves at us as we go out.

Half an hour later I parked my car in the parking lot, of the so-called bar, "Puzzles". The shed seemed very remote at first sight. What do you do in such an area, alone, at night? When we went inside, I notice the stink of

Cigars and cheap alcohol in my nose. She pointed to two empty bar stools and sat down. When I joined her, the bartender came. Thankfully, it was not this Will.

He asked for our order and without even waiting for my answer, Catherine already ordered two double scotch on ice and two electric blue shots. It surprised me, however, that she could handle such a hard drink.

"Do you often come here?" I asked as we dropped the shots.

"Yes, it's close to my apartment, and they serve good drinks and do not talk much. Often it happens that the police show up here, but only to arrest the extreme drunkards, who are always drunk and aggressive. "

She takes a sip of her Scotch and I did as well. Although we were both a little tense at first, the scotch relaxed the mood. Still, I could not understand what a woman like Catherine had to do in a bar like this.

After an hour, the Bar emptied a little. There were now about ten people in the room. All men who gawked at my company.


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