Twenty-Six Years Ago - Klempner
She’s fascinating. I’ve never met anyone quite like her.
I want to know her.
And I don’t want Conners hanging around all the time.
I stroll into the bar. “Hi, Mitch.”
She looks up from her reading. “Oh, hi Larry. This is a nice surprise.” She smiles, then she looks around. “Just you?”
“That’s right.” I take the barstool next to hers. “Are you free this evening?”
She tucks her magazine in her bag.….
The Economist….
…. and turns those emerald eyes on me. “I was. I’m guessing that perhaps I’m not free now?”
“I think we can agree on that. Can I get you a drink?”
“Perhaps we should take our drinks to a room?”
I want to talk with her. I want to f**k her too, but I want to talk first.
The barman polishes glass, an ear c****d, clearly listening in.
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