That Time of the Month
Everyone has their own rhythms. She reeked of it. Heat, musk. Definitely ovulating. Nonsmoker. Cute, brunette, no ring. I made quick eye contact, then stalked on past, coming back to my seat at the end of the bar before long. She glanced my way once. Good. I had to figure a way to cut her away from her herd. I lurked in wait. If I read the signs right, any minute now, she'd ... yes, there she went. Chugged the remains of her drink, headed for the bathroom. I'd smelled the fruit and sugar...