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Just as the waiter brought my “Bombay,” my phone rang. A male voice said, “Hi, I’m sitting to your left at table thirty-one. Could I come join you?” I peered his direction. A nice appearing guy, sitting with two other men, had a phone to his ear, and was waving his fingers at me. It brought back memories of a high school dance. I wanted somebody to be with me. It was awkward sitting alone. “Yes…” “Hi, I’m Jerry Butkis,” he drawled, as he sat down. “Susanne Simpson. Where are you from?” “Rancher from Bradshaw Texas, a little town, just South of Abilene. First time for me to visit, New Orleans.”
“Like it?” “Enjoying it so far. The hunt for some excitement was going poorly, until you sauntered in,” he said with a big grin, as he looked at me a little sideways. I could feel my face flush with embarrassment as the thought crossed my mind that the excitement he had in mind would surly include me naked, with him between my legs.