Justice On A Napkin
For A Good Time, Call
She smiled shyly as she slid her number across the bar. She knew it was a bad idea, but those were becoming her favorite.
He tucked the trophy into his coat pocket, winked at her and escorted his wife to the cab.
As the cab rolled away, her phone began to ring, confused, she answered hesitantly , “hello?”
A woman spoke softly, “thank you,” followed by a gunshot. She watched as the man from the bar was tossed from the cab.
“My pleasure,” she answered, as she re-entered the bar.
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Shyly, she smiled as he asked for her number.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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