It wasn't the first time I ever saw a gorgeous woman drool in public. But it was, perhaps, the first time that shoes were not involved. Her eyes glowed. She breathed through her mouth -- almost panting. Her dark hair hung wildly across her face. "You're mine," she growled. "I've been hunting you." I shuddered. "Buy ya a drink?" I whined. "Let's maybe not go with the Red Bull." "We leave now." she snarled. And something inside me, behind the coward and the nice guy and the sensible guy went, "We're getting laid!"
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