She wiggled into the confined space between the two stools and almost lay across the bar, propping her t**s up on it as she did. It gave Giles, who did a double take when she stopped moving, a fantastic view of her cleavage. She looked over at him and displayed a face that was surprise hinted with a sense of remorse.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” he replied, his eyes shooting a glance down the front of her dress. The erection that had previously vacated the premises came back.
“What’re you doing here?” she asked casually, the drunken slur in her voice currently hidden.
“I’m with friends.”
“Which ones?”
Giles threw a thumb over his right shoulder, indicating those sitting beside him. She looked and gave a brief wave before turning her attention back to him.
“Listen,” she started. She hesitat
