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I sat down at the only unoccupied table in the entire coffee shop. I like coming here even though it was always crowded. The coffee was good, the ambience was excellent, and people left me alone so I could read.
“Hi. May I join you?”
I looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a very pretty girl standing in front of me. I didn’t reply right away because I was dumbstruck by her beauty. I stared at her in silence.
“All of the other tables are full,” she added. “May I sit here?”
I came to my senses and gestured her to sit down by pulling the chair next to me out.
For some odd reason her voice did not match her physical appearance, but I’ll never refuse a pretty girl’s request to sit with me.
I closed the book I was reading and set it on the table, but she picked it up, looked at the cover, and set it back down.
I stared at her. Her eyes were a light blue, fitting well with her blonde hair. Her eyebrows were also blonde, which gives me a clue to the color of pubic hair I’m hoping to nestle my face in. Her lips were full and sensuous, the kissable type. Her only flaw was her slightly crooked front teech, but that only added to her beauty. Her face was smooth and looked soft.
But her voice was much too deep for a girl.
She looked back at me.
“You find me attractive, don’t you?” It was said as a statement, not as a question. “In fact,” she continued, “I’ll bet you want to kiss me.”
I was taken by surprise. “Say, you’re not a hooker, are you? Or worse, a police officer disguised as a hooker to arrest me?”
She gently touched my forearm and squeezed.