Over the weeks that followed, Julie had little direct contact with Greg. At first they exchanged a few personal emails. But they quickly fizzled, perhaps because they couldn't act on them. She had some contact with him on work related issues, but most of those were either brief or conference calls. And in any case, Greg was always careful to distance himself...
The Peckerwood takes his customary seat across from the three Don's in the Boschertown Tavern. The bar is U shaped; the TV is elevated and positioned at the right leg of the U. The three Don's like to set where they can see the TV, the door and the bar maid fetching beer from the cooler. They await the peckerwood from across the street. He always orders Coor...
I was sitting in a bar on a date with Dave when I noticed Dan at the bar. I told Dave I was going to go and talk to him, and walked over and suggested he come and say "hi". The barmaid seemed sweet on him, and he seemed to want to try and chat her up, but I managed to get him to come over. "Hi Dave," he said, "how's it going? I haven't seen you since Steve...
She sat in the bar, apparently reading her book and sipping coffee, but really she sat people watching. The evening was drawing in and the bar was turning from a quiet daytime haven into a busy social hot-spot. She considered leaving soon, since the attractive barman she had been watching for the last hour had obviously finished his shift and left for the da...
She primped nervously in the mirror. It was the first night in weeks that they were going out to play, and everything needed to be perfect. She was wearing the dress that he had bought just for tonight. The snow-white, stretchy fabric clung tightly to the curves of her body. She gazed into the mirror, marveling in the way that it showed off her full round br...
I went back to my hotel and had a few beers. Finally I had enough Dutch courage to go to the service counter and asked to speak to the liaison officer. "You want to see her about a permit?" the girl asked. "Yes." The girl picked up the telephone and had a short conversation with someone in a language I had never heard before. After she hung up she filled...
The barmaid strutted out from behind the bar, a tray balanced on her dainty hand. Four stout glasses of whiskey were strategically placed on it, forming a diamond. Her breasts, pushed up a ridiculous amount by her corset bounced hypnotically in tandem with her footsteps on the hard saloon floor. More than one eye hungrily devoured her shapely frame as she ji...
Prologue Gadget stumbled out of the machine, stepping into a lush green forest. His head was spinning from his recent travel and he almost collapsed from the strain. Gadget sat down on a moss covered rock and took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts and letting his queasy stomach settle. "Unnkasha! Dabula mekioth!" came a high pitched cry from several m...
The club is crowded, dark and noisy. The music pounds, the dancefloor is hot and heaving, and the queue at the bar is three deep. You have just fought your way to the bar and are trying to catch the eye of the buxom barmaid when the guy next to you nudges you in the ribs. "See that chick over there?" he shouts in your ear. You nod rather than try t...
"Oh, heavens." The goblin maid dropped to her hands and knees, her cheeks visibly glowing and her eyes wide with embarrassment. "I am so sorry, lord." "Not a problem in the least, my dear." Leon smiled easily. Briefly, he thought about taking the opportunity to segue into a more suggestive exchange—it was hard not to feel some temptation with the barmaid i...