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Chapter 8 by Torg Torg

What do you say next?

Make a date

You grin wide at the cute bartender. "That would be wonderful. Do you want to meet me at the motel? I'll check in as soon as I can. I need to sleep."

"I'll stop in after six and wake you up." Her smile couldn't be more wicked and promising. She leans over the bar and kisses you, her tongue teasingly zips across your lips. Then she steps back like nothing happened, straightens her shirt, and walks toward the old man, eying you all the way with a smirk on her lips.

The beer is making you sleepier.

What do you do?

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