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herself. She had her mother to focus on.
    “Yeah. We’re good. Thank you for breakfast. I have to go see my parole officer today anyways, and then it’s off to work. Maybe he’ll let me start early or give me a double shift.” I pulled my mouth into a smile, or at least I tried to. I hated this. Why was I pretending to feel un-effected? Why was I smiling when I didn’t want to? Why was I feeling this way about a girl I just met? Maybe I’m just beyond horny and need a good lay. That’s it. I need to find a girl at the bar tonight, and get rid of these feelings.
    “Let me get you a shirt. My brother left his clothes here. You’re welcome to them all. I have a huge, black, bag in this house somewhere,” she said, as she turned and walked away.
    She returned and tossed me a black V-neck shirt. I slid into what felt like a snake skin. The shirt was form fitting, bordering on too tight. I think if I flexed hard enough the T-shirt would just rip at the seams.
    “My brother wasn’t as big as you. I mean hard. I mean like he didn’t have muscles in certain places.” She started to blush and then she slapped her hand over her face. “That didn’t come out right at all. I’m going to get ready for work too. Good luck tonight, Mr. King.”
    Oh were back on that Mr. King, shit again. I think that kiss just set us back, way back. I saw her eyes when she watched me throw on the T-shirt. I noticed the nervousness in her voice. She likes me. She’s just scared. I think it’s better if we don’t travel down this road at all. Tonight I’m finding a sexy piece of ass and forgetting about Emily. Emily who?

Chapter 3. Mixed Messages and Broken Signals.

     
    Patrons were coming in and out of the bar, liquor was pouring and the music was loud. It felt like home. I missed this place. I threw a rag over my shoulder and smiled at the pretty little red head walking my way.
    “Hey, cutie,” she said, and smiled back.
    “What can I get you, sweetheart?” I replied.
    “I’ll take a screaming orgasm.” She pushed her tits up and winked at me. I watched the barbell in the middle of her tongue slide back and forth slowly across her lips.
    “One screaming orgasm coming up.” I smiled, and tapped the glass.
    She leaned over the bar and placed her hand on top of mine.
    “Not the drink.”
    “I’m sorry?” I responded. I knew what she said, and furthermore, I knew what she meant by it. I think I just wanted to hear it again.
    “I think you’re fine as fuck, so I’m just going to be straight forward and say this. I’m looking to get off tonight, and you look like a good candidate. The question is are you qualified?”
    This wasn’t the first time a female customer had offered herself up to me, and it wouldn’t be the last. I smiled and started to mix her the drink. I could feel her eyes burning into me as I did so. I looked up as I slid her the glass.
    “Here is your drink, miss.”
    “Are you turning me down? Are you gay?” She arched one eyebrow.
    “No. I’m not gay. I just don’t sleep with customers.”
    “Bullshit. You’re too good looking. I bet you’re as gay as they come.” She smirked.
    “I’m one hundred percent straight. Trust me when I say that.”
    “Show me then, unless you’re a little bitch and can’t handle me.” She bit her bottom lip.
    I tapped my hand down on the bar and looked around. This was exactly what I needed. The girl was sex on a stick. Look at her sitting there with her finger in her mouth. I guarantee this chick has no panties on. She began to basically molest the straw in her glass with her tongue and that made my decision.
    “I have a break in five minutes. Meet me out back.” I nodded my head toward the back door.
    She smiled, took her drink without paying and walked toward the exit sign. This girl was trouble. I knew it right away, but a quick bang-bang and then back to work would do me good.
    “Mike, I’m taking my break now,” I yelled over to the other end of the