The bar.

''I'd love to go see the bar and play some music, office ...?''

''Linda. I'm Linda Wolfe. And like I said, my shift is about over so if you don't mind, I'll keep you company there until the crowd arrives.''

''Sounds great.'' And it was. You had fun chatting with Linda on the way to the bar and when you were there she introduced you to the lovely bartender and told you about a few of the regulars as they arrived.

The bartender for example is called Maria, she has shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, very shapely but she's bigger then any woman you've been with. Not that she's overweight, not even close, she has the same figure as one of your mom's friends who always says: ''I'm not chubby yet dear, I'm just a little fluffy.'' If you didn't think it would be awkward afterward you would have tried to sleep with her long ago, a caveat that isn't there with Maria.

The second person Linda introduces you to is a feisty redhead who ran straight into her when the two of you walked into the bar. Apparently the little firecracker is called Stacy. She's just over five feet tall and both her ass and breasts would seem quite big even on a girl of Linda's height. If Stacy was a foot taller she would look like a stereotypical bimbo, and you get the idea that she's not much smarter then that implies. She does seem very nice and her boundless enthusiasm might make her fun in bed.

At the bar there's a broad-shouldered woman with dirty blonde hair in a short pony-tail, wearing what looks like a biker jacket.. She already seems pretty drunk, especially as it's only 18:30. Linda tells you that that's Samantha and to call her Sam. She's here almost every day and she's always the first to get drunk, but she just drinks quietly by herself. Sometimes she takes a man home, sometimes a woman but she rarely leaves the bar alone.

Somewhere in an otherwise empty corner sits a woman in a suit. She seems lonely and Linda tells you that that's probably because no-one likes her. That's Jenny and she's the new boss of a lot of the people here. As a boss she tries to be strict and as a cop even stricter. She has some Asian features in her face, you guess one of her parents is Japanese from her eyes. Her long black hair is hanging loose but you can tell she rarely wears it that way. You imagine it in a bun with chopsticks poking through, the way you saw a geisha do her hair once and feel yourself harden at the image.

Last but not least is a young woman, barely out of her teens if at all, screaming at someone in high-pitched french while the man pretends he doesn't understand a word of the language. You can tell that he does understand her however as he reacts to certain phrases. The lady looks lovely even now that she's furious. Got to love that Mediterranean temperament, great for sex but not so great for relationships unless everyone involved grew up with it. By spending most summers in France you have learned to cope with the temperament, in fact you enjoy it. So instead of helping the man or the lady you just watch for now. Her green eyes seem to glow and her lovely little nose seems to twitch while her hazel hair dances in all directions and her lithe limbs move as frantically as her lips. Linda doesn't know what her real name is but most customers at the bar call her Jeanne D'arc as she comes in about once a week to scream at that man in French and fight a war of attrition to try and drag him out of the bar. She's his daughter and her mom sends her to get her dad home as the mom seemingly doesn't have the same volume.