It had been a rough year, to say the least, heat was feeling weary, mind had been heavily adjusted and frustration was at a record breaking high as Eric entered. The bar was almost empty due to the warm summer weather and the cocktail of experimental prescribed meds in combination with tough hypnotic suggestive interrogation and correction had taken place until there was no way but out. And there she sat, at least 15 years older, yet interest and some sign of approval or interest was needed. The neuroticism and madness of the immense pressure had been tamed by a few beers and the taste of freedomlike desire. She nodded, few words were spoken as he clearly had no interest in wasting his opportunity of saying something that could turn into a competition. a couple of beers were ordered as she looked him over in his clear motive, to get the long built up frustration out somehow, anyhow. A few hours fled by, she was from out of town, so was he, perfect strangers in a clash of desire,lust and mad imagination, yearning for a way out. Suddenly evening had soothed the scorching sun, a sun that was soon to eclipse. It was one day until a star crashed into another inn a distant galaxy and they were leaving her bike behind in favour of a cab, no chance of a stroll in this condition.
Night passed ,drinks were had as they checked eachother out for hours until daylight sprung as they had a cigarette on the balcony in the back. From the little words he spoke or heard from her, foreplay was not one of them, yet as he walked home, he was in understanding this was chapter one
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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