Keith
“Hey, here she comes again. She’s just a freshman, right? She sure acts likes she owns the place, I see. Pretty bold for someone that’s only been here five minutes.”
“So, ignore her,” Grant, my brother, said as my eyes traced up and down the freshman’s body. As I raked her over with my eyes I wondered if she was really a freshman and not a senior. She had the body of a full-grown woman that knew how to use it, not an innocent girl, fresh out of high school.
She glided across the bar with a swagger of confidence that caught a lot of attention and I knew that she was headed in our direction from the way that her eyes stayed on me. It was a kind of dance, as she crossed the large room and swerved around other bodies. No matter how many times I tried to get away from her eye contact,
