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"Average, but looking up. That's a much better top than the one this morning."
     
    "How so?"
     
    "I can see your nipples are hard in this one," he said, just as smoothly and casually as he might tell her the name of the movie he watched last night.
     
    "Not yet," new-Kris came back at him without a pause, and she nearly did a happy dance on the bar with new-Kris' daring.
     
    She caught his smirk, and knew she scored. He thought she would run away, or cover her breasts. Old-Kris was screaming for her to do of these actions. She readjusted herself on the stool, giving him a better view of her breasts, "The fourth day is going to be Saturday. Are you going to be open?"
     
    He took another appraising look at her breasts, and with the new view she offered, he looked at her in the eyes. He said "Yeah, I'll be there until at least three o’clock. The delivery should come in before ten, so I might have you out of here on Saturday. Could be Monday morning though."
     
    She shrugged, "Fine. The faster the better though."
     
    "What are you in a hurry to get to?"
     
    "Not to, from," she clarified. "There is nothing to do here, and I believe this is the night-life."
     
    "You a night-life girl?"
     
    "Not really," she said honestly, "But I want to change that, and that's why I'm on this road trip."
     
    "Road trip eh?" He mused, as if he was fond memories were filling up his brain. "Well, you are right about this being the night-life. This is it. Don't ask Frank back there to make you anything more wild than a rum-and-coke, and the juke box doesn't come on until after nine."
     
    She sighed, and took a sip of the beer he bought for her.
     
    "The coast is only ten miles west of us though. Kind of a nice place to check out. It’s a good picture moment for the scrap book."
     
    "Ten miles?" she asked, searching his face. Was he suggesting a ten mile hike to see some water?
     
    "Like bikes?" he asked.
     
    "Bikes like your bike?" she asked.
     
    "Yes," he nodded.
     
    "Sure," she said. And then she took a drink and admitted, "never been on one though."
     
    "I think that a woman with your legs could handle the experience of a fast ride," he surmised, but she wasn't exactly the type of ride he was referring to. The way he appraised her suggested that she was nearly certain that he was referring to the kind where he rode her.
     
    "Fast is good, long is better. But as long as it satisfies, I suppose the details are just details," she said. She was in awe of new-Kris' boldness.
     
    His smirk flashed on his lips again, "You don't seem to have experienced either, or found much satisfaction."
     
    "Hence the road trip," she reminded him plainly. After her encounter with him earlier, she had already accepted her inexperience. There was nothing to gain by pretending to know what she didn't. "But this place is just more of the same thing we got at home," she added, challengingly.
     
    His sad, nearly defeated nod caught her unaware, and with a sudden insightfulness she said, "You aren't from here are you."
     
    He took a large drink from his glass, "No, and not really wanting to talk about why I'm here either."
     
    She processed this as far as she could, but also took the hint. With a shrug and sultry eyes, new-Kris told him, "And I’m not looking for a book to read.”
     
    This time he looked deep into her eyes, as if to say she was getting close, and he hoped she knew what she was doing. The look was so open and straightforward in its warning, she double checked herself -- did she know what she was doing?
     
    What came from her quick inventory was the realization that no, she had no idea of she was doing, or with whom she was doing it with. But she was going to do it anyway, and she was determined to tame him, if not at least subdue him. Her fake ID had gotten her this far. Her tits had carried her a little further, and new-Kris was holding her own. What was it going to take to push him over the edge?
     
    She decided that she wasn't