He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

He called me sweetheart. He said I looked like I could use some company tonight. He smiled the particular smile of a man who has told himself for so long that he is charming that he has stopped being able to distinguish between welcome and the absence of visible resistance.

I took my wrist back. I said no in plain language that should not have required continue reading …