Maxine Stone s New LifeChapter 172 Max and the Beertender s BF
After I filled my pockets with tools, I returned to the bar. I sat quietly at the furtherest end of the bar waiting for the bartender's ex. It was the best spot to be near her and to see the door. "Would you like to dance Maxine," one of the guys I had seen around asked. "I can't dance, I still have a bum leg. I am sorry," I said it just as politely as possible. I didn't want to piss anyone off. Since I considered myself to be working, I didn't need to have my attention divided. I...