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they’re going to name her Laurie, after Zac’s wife. It made me think of what Zac had with Laurie. Emma told me how Zac swept her off of her feet, how happy they were before she died. I know I can’t give him half of what Laurie did. How can I compete with a perfect memory? Yeah, it’s better I don’t give Zac hope. I’ll only end up being a disappointment.
    As I walk into Jerry’s Bar, I start to look through all the blokes for a good replacement shag. Irritation starts to stir in me, there’s not a single fellow that stands out! Normally there’s at least four. Feeling rather disappointed, I take a seat at the bar, deciding to wait the night out. There might still be hope for the night as it’s only just gone past eight.
    An hour later and I’m about to give up. Tonight is turning out to be a bummer. I finish the cider I’m busy with when another gets placed in front of me. “From the man in the green checked shirt,” the bartender says.
    I glance around looking for this fellow, when my eyes spot a hand waving at me. The bloke is really nothing to write home about with sandy hair and a too sharp looking face. He’s actually the type I avoid, but tonight I’m desperate. I grab the cider and saunter over to his table.
    “Thanks for the drink,” I say as I take a seat. I cross my legs, making the skirt hike up a bit more.
    His eyes drop to my exposed thigh and I see the gleam of hunger. I just have to say the words and he’ll be more than happy to shag me senseless. I take a sip of the cider and reach over, placing my hand on his thigh. The usual spark of excitement is nowhere to be found. I’m actually feeling rather uncomfortable in my own skin. I end up patting the bloke’s leg as if he’s some lap dog. “Thanks for the offer but not tonight.”
    “I’m sure I can change your mind,” he says in a bit of a squeaky voice. It looks like he overdosed on steroids and his voice forgot to catch up.
    I struggle to keep my laughter back and with a huge smile, I get up. “Nope, I don’t think so. Happy hunting.” I make a bee-line for the exit. I’m so done with this!
    ~*~
    I was heading home to lick my wounds with Big Ben and The Eiffel Tower, but I somehow find myself parking in Zac’s driveway. I don’t know what I’m doing here, I only know I’m feeling angry and frustrated.
    I knock on the door, taking a deep breath. Zac hardly has the door open, when I let him have it. “I was having fun and then you had to come along and spoil it all!”
    “Excuse me?” Zac moves out of the way so I can pass.
    “You heard me.” I go straight to his bar and pour myself a whiskey. I need something stronger than a beer or cider for what I’m about to do. “I spend the whole night looking for just one bloke to shag, but nooo, you had to ruin it all for me!”
    “Enlighten me. How did I do this?” Zac pours himself a whiskey as well, a slight smirk settling around his lips.
    “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You shag my brains out and then stand back to watch me squirm. I should go home and use The Eiffel Tower. I should, but you know what will happen?” I start to rant. I drink the last of the whiskey and then start to undress. My tiny shirt is the first to go. “I’ll only end up fantasizing about you and that won’t be good enough.”
    Zac is still standing by the bar, looking at me with the same stupid smirk on his face. I let my skirt drop to the floor and then unclasp my bra. When the bra joins the skirt on the floor, Zac straightens up, his eyes drinking in my breasts. I shimmy out of my panties and then walk to the pool table in only my heels.
    “Seeing as you started this, you can get your arse over here and make me feel better.” I bend half over the pool table and close my eyes. I’ve never offered myself on a platter like this before. A tinge of nervousness spreads through my chest. What if Zac says no?
    I feel his hands on my hips and then one slides to the front, caressing my