Barroom Blitz
“Whatever,” the white wine-swilling woman guffawed, rolling her glossy eyes while unrepentantly mocking the dumpy, middle-aged man’s parlour pickup silliness. Fucking little hobbit, she thought. Respect the goddamned boundaries. She felt his was a hard sell, reeking of overcompensating desperation. But one thing perplexed her.He could prove it?Good luck with that, she decided, dismissively giggling at his out-of-league attempt under her vineyard worshipping breath. Move those wide, hairy feet...
Mind Control