Touched By Fire 3
Some simply wanted to unwind from theweek; some—the extroverts—to rechargetheir psyches. But many, like Marla’s friendRebecca, wanted to roll the dice on the possibility of finding someone to scratch asensual itch, to stave off the loneliness, andmaybe extend that companionship through theweekend, or even longer.Marla was:
D)None of the above
, but shewas also Rebecca’s ride home, and had beenunable to refuse her request for a happy hour stop. Rebecca was lonely and searching for amasculine fix, and it wasn’t Marla’s place to point out that no one could make you happy;that particular commodity had to come fromwithin.Like Marla was the poster girl for goodmental health. She had her own personaldemons, but at least she understood the sourceand was working on it. She should be able to pick up men in bars in, say . . . ten years or so.With a sigh, she surveyed the smoky room.She wasn’t surprised that Rebecca, a Brit, hadchosen a pub for her trolling. The Red Lion
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Oh dear. Chick Book. Break out the chocolates and tissues, girls.