So, there I was, in a little tavern. There were men with guns. It was
Ok, I guess, because they were security at the joint. Everyone was
searched for weapons at the door. No problem. I left my knife at home.
My outfit was a t-shirt, denim skort, black tights, and black leather ankle boots with 4" heels.
My outfit caught the attention of more than a few patrons of this working class bar. I had to answer a few questions about how I was dressed, for the curious onlookers.
I was talking with a young gal,there, and she went drunkenly ballistic
because another woman was present, who "****ed her man," she said.
She had to behave, she told me, because she was on probation for a
felony.
At that point, there was a squad car in the parking lot, and I suppose
it was just as well, that I did not ask her to go to bed.
She showed me a picture of her three kids.
I told her that I was childfree, and I went home alone.
Even though the gal was pretty drunk, I still would have done her.
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