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and provocative, and before I know it, I’m having a drink with him after work. One drink turns into two, two turn into three and before I know it my inhibitions are thrown to the wind and I’m making out with him at the bar. I’m not talking about a few innocent kisses; I’m talking about the kind of kisses that rock my core, hardening my nipples, soaking my panties, leaving me squirming on my barstool. The bartender is gawking at us as are frat boys seated behind him. I suspect they’re envious. But let me fast forward again because it’s what I’m doing right now that is both shocking the shit out of me and scaring the hell out of me all at the same time, and yet, I can’t stop it