Over the next couple of minutes I became exhausted from going over sexual visions in my head. I offered to buy her a drink and she approved…then I made my move to my wallet which contained nothing but an escaping moth that I quickly envied because the look on my face was priceless and empty like a blank check, I wish I could have dodged the web I spun amongst myself because she seemed terribly disappointed. I asked for a rain check to treat her another time and even threw in an opportunity for a meaningful conversation, she obliged and she made a proposition to change positions with me and she bought me a drink. I reluctantly accepted, and proceeded to consume all the clear poison I could because I had a deep feeling I couldn’t finish this night with sober intentions, not to mention the thought of a change of heart about to make its ugly intervention. I must have over indulged myself, because she was a little concerned for my health but I was more concerned for her wealth because the way I was throwing them back she was bound to hit a savings bond just to support my bad drinking habit. We started laughing; probably at the way I was falling all over the place, so she offered to go back to her place…I intervened immediately and turned to the bathroom to throw water over my face; took and long deep breathe and I exited stage left; walked into the room to the left and scanned for the beautiful tan bombshell that had me sweating bullets. My eyes came to rest when I stumbled upon the subtle breast of this 5 foot 9 inch goddess, from across the room I could see her beauty, and since she couldn’t see my facial expressions changing from the nasty thoughts I had, I began to think even deeper about what was going to happen when we got back to her place.…to be honest, I was hesitant to leave this place of safety with this girl because I didn’t believe anything this good could be happening to a guy this modest. She stole my hand from my pocket and we took off like a rocket in full propulsion towards the exit leaving behind nothing but a trail of empty bottles and light pink lipstick stained shot glasses.
(To Be Continued...)
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