The smells of alcohol and food hit my nostrils as I walk into the bar. I scan the room, searching for him. He is sitting at the bar with a drink, watching me with a smile on his face. I am wearing my black dress, stupidly high heels and sheer black stockings. When I see him, I slowly walk over, careful not to trip in the shoes I bought specially for him.
I climb up onto the bar stool next to him and say, “Hi babe, I’ll have a glass of red please.” Acting much braver and more confident than I feel, I lean over and very lightly place a kiss on his lips. As I pull away, he cups the back of my head and draws me back for a longer kiss and breathes, “Hi gorgeous,” into my ear.
He orders my drink and suggests we move to a…
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