#317204 - She ordered two shots, the bartender’s rings clinked against each other and the bottles as he poured from two of them at a time into the little glasses. “You?” “Mine’s not that far, turn right,” she replied. “Go?” she asked, impish lust in her eyes, “Are you sure?” “I shouldn’t have…” I started, not knowing how to finish.

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