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amusement.
“I did eight years. Two back-to-back enlistments, and now I’m getting back to
reality. How old are you, now that I
know that you’re not twenty-one?”

 
    “Don’t worry, I’m eighteen,” she smiled,
taking another long sip from her drink. “Sounds like Uncle Sam’s working out
pretty well for you, then. What brought you to the States?”

 
    “My father,” I told her. “He’s a chemical
engineer and his company sent us stateside to work on a collaborative project
with an oil corporation here. I’m afraid I’m not privy to any more detail than
that, but we’ve been here for about a decade now.”

 
    “A decade? ”
She gasped with muted surprise, just as I knew that she would. “ What kind of project takes a decade ?”

 
    “The kind that’s sort of ongoing, features a
lot of internal bureaucracy, and involves this particular engineer deciding he
quite enjoys the States,” I answered, watching her fight to keep her eyes glued
to me. “But the details are not particularly important. All you need to know is
that, here we are, and have been for quite some time.”

 
    Clara nodded slightly. Just as I was
observing that inhaling her liquor was making her more than a little tipsy, she
popped open her gob, asking loudly: “Why the Marines?”

 
    “It was supposed to straighten me out,” I
chuckled… Didn’t hurt that I couldn’t spend much money if I was tied up in
combat, and I knew that I could get a decent education pretty much anywhere in
the country.”

 
    There was also the small matter of the
Carlyle Fortune, although I wasn’t interested in divulging the future multimillionaire aspect of my
backstory to this admittedly attractive stranger just yet.

 
    “Sounds like you made the right move,” she
nodded. “You’re a smart man, Dalton. Pretty handsome, too…”

 
    Clara slid towards me, a dopey smile crossing
her face as she drew near. Instinctively, I reciprocated, drawing her into a
delicious, liquor-stained kiss.

 
    The room faded away from us, its bustling
entertainment a complete afterthought. This young lady was ripe for the
picking, blushing and starting to stumble over her words. She would be molding
clay in my hands; with the right push, I could have her home with me, her
fingernails clawing into my back or gripping my shoulders all night long.

 
    But I had a rule.

 
    They can only be slightly drunk.

 
    I don’t bed drunk chicks.

 
    There were two reasons she would have already
started to feel a buzz this strong: either this girl was a lightweight, or the
bartender had fucked up. He could have mistaken my smirk for make this drink strong or, somewhat more
likely, he’d just fucked up the ratio of alcohols.

 
    I suspected they were both probably true.

 
    “How are you feeling?” I asked as I pulled
back. She was clearly toasty, grinning toothily and giggling a little.

 
    “I’m good. How are you? ”

 
    “Never better,” I chuckled. My cock was
straining against my slacks, but I quickly repositioned it and drew up from the
bar table. “Listen, give me your phone. I’m gonna put my number in there. Can I
have yours?”

 
    “Suuure,” Clara replied, handing me her
smartphone. After reminding my new friend here to plug in her passcode, I added
myself as a contact and called my own phone.

 
    “Good. There, now we’re in contact,” I
thought aloud, handing her the phone back. “Listen, let’s get you back to
Natalie. You could probably use a chaperone…”

 
    “No, I’m good though,” Clara insisted.

 
    “Alphabet backwards,” I commanded.

 
    “Ugh. That doesn’t even work right.”

 
    “ Z-Y-X,
W, V-U-T…” I chimed out in tune. “S,
R, Q, P, O-N-M-L-K… ”

 
    “That’s… that’s not fair,” she slurred.

 
    “Alphabet backwards, Clara.”

 
    “I… I can’t do it,” she replied. When I
didn’t budge, she finally sighed. “ Z-Y-P,
Q, L-M-N-O-P… ”