Dating Disaster: The Bartender's Ex-Girlfriend Wants A Threesome

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Dating Disaster: The Bartender's Ex-Girlfriend Wants A Threesome
Never, ever date a bartender with a scary ex.

He went out the front door, and I went to look in the back. The bedroom window would do; I moved an upholstered chair to reach it and forced it open. I'd walk two blocks and call a cab. I hurried back to the living room for my things. She was sitting on the other loveseat smiling at me. "Sorry," she said. Her bare feet were on the coffee table, and her tattoo was a mermaid with rippling blue hair. Rick had poured her some wine.

"Oh. That's all right. I have to go. It's late."
"Sit here," Rick said. I sat, facing Cindy. He handed me my untouched glass.
"So, ah, I see you're interested in my Ricky."
"Oh no, I…"
"No, that's okay, I'm willing to share."
"Oh. You give him the day off?"
She giggled. "No, I mean we can share him now."
Suddenly I understood what she meant. "Ah, no, you're not my type. I mean, I'm not your type. Oh, sorry, it's late, I've got to go."

 

"I'll drive you to your car," Rick said, taking control. "Wait here, Cindy." We walked through the complex.
"She always does this," he said.
"Scares your guests?"
"She always offers to party. Nobody has accepted yet."
"So she does it to drive away the competition."
"I guess, although I'm always hoping that someday…"

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