I slowed down on the whiskey and almost put myself to sleep. My stories were that boring.
Just when I thought it was time to say good-bye, F-- suggested we go back to my place.
“Sure,” she said, “I’ll follow you there.”
“I have a rental car,” she told me, “plus, I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
I was flattered. It’s nice when people think I have any idea at all.
When we got back to the house I made coffee while F-- freshened up in the bathroom. When she came back into the kitchen, she took my hand and led me...
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