The Beer Cellar Pool Table Romp Pt1
A couple of years ago, I was running a bar with my now ex-girlfriend, Dee. We had a tempestuous relationship, but there was some love there, and most definitely lust. Her father had been taken ill and in hospital, and her mother was very upset, so Dee decided to go and stay with her mother for a few days. She left on the Wednesday. We were due to be both working that night. I told her that I had forgotten to get any cover for the bar, and that I should call Cheryl. ‘It’s ok’, she said, ‘I...