by Rita Saladano
Published: September 24, 2016
Liz played with her straw, gripping on it like a man's junk, she waiting for the man across to make a move. He dressed in his two-piece suit; he was handsome and dangerous. She played her part right, and she was flirty and seductive, her stare was deadly.
The man approached her, "Bartender, another one of whatever she is drinking. Make it two."