11-19-2003, 05:23 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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The girls ordered their drinks, Stosh having kept his post behind the bar when most of the patrons went outside. "We can sit here," Anna said with an eye on the door for Sergei.
"No. A table." Liudmilla insisted, knowing she'd not feel as awkward sitting alone while Anna wandered around if they were out of the way.
Despite the fact that she'd been coming into the Bucket with her father and grandfather since she was knee-high to a grasshopper, Liudmilla was inherently shy in groups. Well, maybe not around her family and at church things and community functions, but in groups like this. She wasn't much of a drinker and far preferred a quiet evening with "just the girls" or family at home.
She dated, of course, but nothing serious and not often; and her sexual experiences had been limited to heated gropings (theirs) and loud grunting and groaning (also theirs). Perhaps that was why it bothered her when she caught that man staring at her again.
Liudmilla didn't know if it was her imagination or just the fact that she didn't like to draw anyone's attention, but his look seemed almost predatory. She couldn't help shivering, not bothering to think whether it excited her or frightened her. Maybe a little of both.
"Who is he?" she asked Anna for the second time that evening.
"Dunno, but I'll ask Sergei. Look! There he is!" Before 'Milla could protest, her friend was off in search of her own prey, leaving her to fend for herself.
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