A Customer

She didn’t reply to my question, she told me enough about their problems between me playing a few songs on the stage. The way she sat there with a fruity cocktail in front of her, listening to me, made me think that I might have a chance of getting her into my bed, if I played my cards right. But when she mentioned Carl, my thoughts changed instantly.

Justine was a thirty-eight, physically fit brunette for a girl her age. Take Carl out of the equation and she might just be the hottest looking girl I’ve ever had interested in me.

Now you have to remember that I’m not the brightest crayon in the box when I think with my little brain instead of my big brain. So I failed to realize what Justine had asked me as I sipped my drink.

“So Graham , is there any chance that I could crash out at your place tonight?”

I was done my drink, so I poured myself another, then offered the bottle to Justine. Who actually surprised me by taking a healthy swig and promptly started to cough!

“Smooth, what is it homemade rock gut?”

“No ten year old Scotch from the Highlands!”

“Maybe it should have been kept bottled for a few more years!” Then she got back on topic, “So is there any chance I could crash at your place?”

I looked her up and down and thought that this was my chance to show her that I could be a good guy, helping her out with this Carl dude. Who knows, maybe I could do more than just let her stay on my couch!