Satisfaction part4
shops–she made and sold clothing and linens. “You make the dress you’re
wearing?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, turning towards him a little and straightening up,
pulling the cloth a little tighter. “Do you like it?”
“It’s beautiful,” he said, wondering how easy it would be to get it off
her. “Mind if I buy you a drink?”
“Thank you,” she said, smiling down at him. “It’s nice to find someone so
_friendly_ in a strange town.” They talked, but not much; Sheila had played the
game before, too. When the conversation turned to loneliness, he let drop–as
subtly as he knew how–the suggestion that he was extremely good at relieving
that for a night. “Or longer?” she prompted.
“Maybe,” he said. She acted the shy, reluctant type, but he knew he
almost had her; it was only a little longer before she slid her arm across his
knee, and he put his own over hers, feeling the soft, short fur and the heat
underneath. Her hotel was only a few blocks away from the tavern, and, she
…End of the part4. To be continued..