Fuming at my prick of a boyfriend I stalked out the door, forgetting even to take my purse. I was so annoyed at him that even the locking of the door behind me didn't register. It wasn't until I was several blocks away that I realized where I was.
Being in college my boyfriend and I rent a small (and cheap) apartment. We wanted one close to the university, but had to settle for one a short bus trip away in a cheaper part of town. There's plenty of bars in our area, including strip clubs.
I wasn't about to head to one of those, but I didn't snap out of my fuming state right in front of a promising looking dive of a bar.
"If you won't do me, Anthony, someone in there will," I say aloud to my absent boyfriend |
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In to the bar, or has someone overheard her?
A biker overhears me and makes a proposition of his own
I'll check out the bar, there's got to be someone in there
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