| Sitting again at the same end of the bar at Keys as I did that night I met Rhonda. I’d stopped off then on my way home from working with two ladies I had urges for, the parfum of one still teasingly wafting from my sportcoat that I’d lent to her for the cool duration. It had been a formal occasion – photographing a prom, actually, so there at the bar I was dressed and blessed with lingering lust and flirtatious airs. Rhonda had sat kitty-corner from me, smiled and noted there was now no reason that we should both sit alone. So side by side we communed, swapping points of personal philosophy, one of hers being that one should never refrain from doing what one really wanted to do. I took that to heart, reviewed my shallow desires, then pulled her close for a deep kiss. That both shocked and seduced her five minutes into our acquaintance, and half an hour later we were leaving for her place, at which time she gushed about loving me, and I knew that I’d opened a can of worms…. |
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