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It was quite late on a midweek evening and the hotel bar was fairly empty. That's why I was surprised when she took the stool next to me. I tried not to be too obvious, pretending to check messages on my phone, but even a blind man would have noticed her as soon as she walked in the room. The devil on my shoulder told me she was hot for some action. The calmer voice on the other shoulder told me not to objectify this woman - this tall, curvy woman with dark curls cascading over her shoulders to...