Bull
Bull By Cassandra Morgan The walk of anticipation is a slow one. I moved nervously across the crowded bars, and I felt the eyes of the voyeurs follow my every stop. Someone was trying to get lucky tonight. The man with the blue eyes watched as I approached him. He was nursing a dark drink, and his tie was loose around his neck. He was wearing a light blue shirt and a dark blue blazer that contrasted with his light blond hair. He had some sort of class ring around his right hand....