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desired. Because of this I was always
exceedingly nice to Paula and we had formed a bit of a bond over
the last few months. With her latest conquest in sights, she didn’t
even notice me come in today. I starred down at the bar for a
moment and had Eric pour me a double shot of Whiskey.
    I felt the main entrance door open when the
cool October breeze hit the back of my neck with a chilling
prickle. It was a pleasant contrast for a moment to the warm liquor
pouring down my throat. I heard the unmistakable giggle of a
twenty-year-old sorority girl come up next to me as Eric handed me
my second beer. You have to appreciate a bar tender that knows his
clientele.
    “What’s good here?” she asked no one in
particular setting herself down on the bar stool.
    I shrugged and mumbled beer as I turned away
and moving to the farthest table from her.
    As I sat down, the front door opened again
and I saw him enter and stride directly to the bar. He was still
wearing the same outfit he had been while checking me out earlier
today. He clearly was not without funding as I could now see the
designer labels on his jeans and in broad contrast to most of the
men who lingered about Blake’s on a daily basis, he now stood out
in clear beauty and overwhelming arrogance. I took a moment to
truly admire his boyish charms and the way his jeans hung off of
his masculine hips. He was tall and I could tell that if he were
next to me he would seemingly tower over my frame by about six
inches. His dark blond curls were darker in the dimly lit bar and
had that freshly tousled look that most well to do men can pull off
by running their fingers through after a shower. For a brief second
I imagined myself doing just that and suddenly I felt a warmth
creep up inside of me. My body reacted before my mind in a tight
frustration before I shook myself out of it. I’d been in this
position before. Guys like that were unattainable to girls like me.
I was destined for gay best friends and pity fucks for the rest of
my life due to my average looks and inability to function in social
settings. Besides, I was partly in love with the man that visited
my dreams, wasn’t I? Looking closely at the wood grain of the table
I smiled to myself in the private joke I could never share.
    With the thoughts of my
dark robed companion passing through my mind I felt a strong breeze
roll in through the main door of the tavern announcing another
peasant to grace the fiefdom that was Eric’s domain. I looked up
only to see that it had not opened at all and undoubtedly it must
have been my imagination. I glanced over and he was looking at the door as well
with a curious tilt of the head. Suddenly he turned and looked
directly at me, undoubtedly boring into my eyes again, but I
couldn’t see through the dim reflection that his glasses cast back
at me. His face and demeanor were without surprise this time.
Although I could detect the look of his perfect lips tense up into
the terse frown he gave me earlier. The familiar scowl made me
smile to myself and an overwhelming urge to kiss them and rub my
teeth across their moist folds reared up through my thoughts like a
tidal wave. I continued our stare down. He did not look happy to
see me here, although clearly had not been disappointed by it
either. My mind impetuously raced off in a thousand different
erotic directions and as the image of he and I covered in a sheen
of sweat, kissing passionately before a fire bored down clearly
into my mind I could see the corner of his lip turn slightly up as
he bit down with a self satisfied smirk. Before my embarrassment
could overtake me into an uncomfortable episode of disillusionment,
I downed my beer, threw a $20 on the table and waved to Eric as I
quickly stalked out to my rusted out, red Acura.
    I drove home blasting the radio to keep my
unwarranted promiscuous thoughts at bay.

Chapter 3
    The image of the stranger had somehow invaded
my dreams. It was a beautiful spring afternoon that held a