To Chance Encounters
Author's note: this is a standalone story and not part of my Cuckquean Diaries. It is loosely based on a tale I was told by a close friend, in a borrowed t-shirt and jogging trousers, over Eggs Florentine and strong black coffee the next morning. Names have been changed to protect the very very naughty. *"Two tequilas please!"My friend Margot leans over the bar, waving to attract the attention of the bartender. With practiced motions, he lays out two shot glasses, two lime wedges and the salt...
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