I didn't have to wait long for a john that night. I noticed him right off, all blond hair and green eyes, nervous as hell. I think I saw him at the bar while I was singing. //Guess someone *was* following me.//

This one was pretty nice looking. Pretty nice, hell, he was goddamned gorgeous. Dressed good, too, but I'd learned a long time ago that that didn't mean a lot. This was the kind of guy I'd always thought maybe I could be with for a long time, if he was nice. Good men are hard to find, and even harder to keep. Something always happens and they either leave you or try to kill you.

He didn't seem like he'd do either, with a nice girl. //He's probably just horny 'cause he lost his girl and just needs a good lay.//

//Way to be down on yourself, Daz.//

He looked kinda flighty for a minute, but then he started to walk over. I knew he was headed for me. My smile was practiced, a little naughty, and he was hooked.

//Gotcha.//

He fidgeted around for a minute, then opened his mouth. "Can we talk?"

"Baby, we can do anything you like." //Anything for you, handsome.// I gave him a meaningful look, grabbed my jacket, and started for my spot. He didn't follow, so I turned back. "You coming?" //Come on, sweetheart...//

He damn near ran to catch up with me.