Sliced Bread

He was good looking, I’ll give him that. I made him in the bar, tall, slim, handsome in a rugged kind of way. His eyes never left me, never lost me, but he couldn’t keep eye contact.  I knew what he was there to do, and I demurely lowered my eyes. Maybe I could string him along for a while. A girl had to enjoy her work, after all. He was not the person I was there to see, I was sure of that. I risked a quick look around – no, my target for the evening wasn’t there. Pity. I’d have enjoyed…

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