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Haunted Sex


By


Susan Hart


Copyright 2014 Susan Hart


Smashwords Edition




Table Eighteen Is Haunted

ALL THE MEN cranked, turned, twisted, and stretched their neck to see the long, leggy redhead strolling casually through the restaurant to the table in the back where I sat. What had I gotten myself in for deciding to go on this date? A blind date.

A blind date so early after my city-wise girlfriend of four years, Jennifer Doss, dumped me for a younger, richer better big city born man. Worse than that, everyone in Shannon's Bar and Grill knew this. Everyone shunned me probably to ease my acute embarrassment.

I should have stuck with one of our own, they murmured. One of our girls from our small town of Agee, Tuff. Or again, maybe they shunned me for sitting at table number 18, in the back—the Lover’s Table 18.

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