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for
her.
    “Sure, sweetheart,” he said, smiling.
    And as simple as cheese melting on toasted
bread, Hunter ordered her a shot of whatever it was in that small
cup, or glass, or something that looked like a portion cup in her
dental practice. Clarice immediately started to question whether
that brown murky liquid was actually alcohol at all.
    She picked up the small portion cup in her
hand and turned it about, eyeing it at close quarters.
    “Are you sure that’s alcohol? It sure looks
murky,” Clarice asked Hunter.
    Hunter simply smiled, then replied, “It’s
spirit, sweetheart. Drink up.”
    “Why is it not purple like in the Bunsen
burner?” Clarice queried.
    “It’s definitely spirit, sweetheart. Now
drink it up.” He confirmed and then urged again.
    Looking at her cellphone, she had but thirty
seconds left before midnight hit. Not thinking any further, but
with one mission to accomplish before Cinderella had to leave her
glass slipper behind, she chunked the whole contents down in one
go… and, my oh my, did she regret it, because at that very moment,
her eyes watered, her breath caught, her face bloomed red, and all
she wanted to do was one thing—spit that disgusting liquid right
back out. But twenty seconds, dear heaven, twenty seconds to go
before midnight struck. She could hold it in. Yes, she could.
    Hunter, who was on the other side of the
scene, observed her face blowing up like a puffer fish, her cheeks
bowed out and her eyes bulging, as if she were holding the drink
inside her mouth. Surprised, he suggested, “Drink it up. Don’t hold
it like that.”
    All Clarice could do was shake her head
vigorously. Her eyes stung furiously as jets of tears streamed down
her cheeks, the alcohol in her oral cavity burning her alive. The
foul liquid continued to kill her taste buds one by one, her mouth
becoming numb.
    Feeling sick to her core, she couldn’t
contain the liquid anymore. Thirty or not, spinster or not, she
didn’t want to die just yet. If she didn’t do something fast to rid
herself off this foul burning liquid in her mouth, she would surely
meet her maker.
    So out it went. She spit out the entire
shot, in the process spraying a stream in Hunter’s direction, who
now sat facing her with a mixture of spirit and saliva all over his
face and shirt.
    And for the second time that night, Hunter’s
libido deflated once more.

CHAPTER 4
     
     
    A thousand bulldozers could not compare to
the stomping headache that was drilling inside Hunter’s head as he
was forced to peel open his eyes when the sunlight leaking through
the light curtain became too bright to bear early the next
morning.
    “Bloody Virgin Mary, help me!” He groaned
while massaging his temple to dispel the ache.
    “Virgin Mary will help you if you ask her
politely,” a female voice whispered seductively in his ear.
    “Jesus Christ!” he blared, jerking up from
bed, startled at seeing an unknown woman beside him, clad only in
bed sheets. “You’re Virgin Mary?”
    The woman giggled and winked at him. “Not
necessary a virgin, but my name is Mary.” Then she winked at him
again, licked her lips, and asked, “Wanna go for another
round?”
    Hunter looked at her like she’d just grown a
pair of horns atop her head. Someone please kick me in the ass.
Did my taste run that dry?
    The woman lying next to him was definitely
not his type. She was too big, too tall, and too bulky. Definitely
not his style. What was he thinking going for her? Then his memory
of the night before came flooding back to him.
    The cute petite woman sitting on the
stool!
    That’s right. The small woman who had him
hooked from the first moment he saw her, that pixie who’d brought
him the roses just a week back. It was that same woman who spat on
him because she’d asked him to buy a drink for her.
    Damn that woman. What was she thinking
spitting all over him like that? And it had to be on his new
baby-blue shirt too. At that moment, his hands wanted so