Keeping Her

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“Nice tattoo.”

He glanced over and met the twinkling green eyes of the woman beside him at the bar.  A busty little red head as out of place in the present meat market as he was.  However, where he would be more at home in a down and dirty biker bar, she should be at a church social.

At the most five foot four, a good foot and a half shorter than him in her short healed boots.  Her loose jeans gaped a bit at the waist and curved along her rounded hips without cutting off any circulation.  Loose fit all the way down the legs, her only concession to a night on the town appeared to be a black and grey bustier clinging to her curves.  She wore it above a white button down top.  The cleavage peaking through the top opened buttons was impressive, but modest by club standards.  Her hair glowed thick and shiny in one of those chopstick numbers.  Between her clear green eyes, soft mouth and soft red hair he was hard pressed to pick out his favorite feature, well maybe not so hard.

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