Once upon a time, one warm summer evening, I talked this girl into going for a ride in my Alfa Romeo sports car. She was an ordinary girl, a bar maid. We trafficked until we were on 35 southbound doing over 100 mph. We ended back at my apartment, a block from the university where I was doing my law school degree. She was hesitant but allowed me. It was a warm night. It wasn’t love making, it was something else altogether.
I saw her again at the beer joint, asked her how she was doing. She did not make eye contact, she was truly embarrassed. I stood and told her I wasn’t coming back for her, get her things, and walk out with me. Bar maid was in her rearview mirror. If she stayed, she will wake up thirty years later, a bar maid in some run down beer joint.
She sat in the car, as I shifted through the gears. We took the long way to her apartment and put her things in a laundry basket. Back at my apartment she put her things away.
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