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her phone and looked at the screen. A name was there, across it. Ryan.
    Ryan was a nice guy . Maybe that was why she didn’t like him. He came into the bar sometimes, completely out of place among the blue jeans and leather. He always looked nice . He was a fit guy, a bit on the thinner side, and he wore khakis and polo shirts. His shoes were nice and shiny, and his arms bare of tattoos or scars. He was wholesome. He had a good job, he was an accountant at a company twenty miles to the east, in a much bigger town called Grove.
    And he was interested in Jennifer. He hit on her whenever he came into the bar. In fact, she was pretty sure he only came in to see her. She wasn’t sure how he had come to find his way into Chuck’s the first time, but he had seen her behind the bar, and he had kept coming in. And he had kept asking her out. For over a year. She flirted with him, teased him; she found it fun. She was stringing him along, and she knew it. He was handsome, tall and dark, his skin tanned, his smile dazzling. It was just those khakis. She didn’t like those kind of guys. Something was wrong with her. She needed a good guy . She knew it. So maybe, she would give one a chance.
    She answered her phone.
    “Hello?”
    “Oh, hey, it’s Ryan.” The man sounded surprised as if he hadn’t expected her to answer. Probably because she never usually did.
    “I know, what’s up?” the young woman asked. She laid back against her pillows, holding the phone to her ear.
    “What are you doing?” Ryan asked. Jennifer smiled to herself.
    “Lying in bed. I’m not wearing pants.”
    She giggled. She knew that would drive Ryan crazy, and she knew that was rude, but she liked messing with the man too much. She heard him gulp, and she found herself thinking it was cute how intimidated he was by her.
    “Oh, I can let you go,” Ryan said.
    “Why did you call?” she asked.
    “I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me on Saturday. I have a work thing, down in Tempe. I know it’s a bit of a drive, but It’s a dinner. I’m uh, getting an award, and it’s a get dressed up sort of thing, and go have a free meal, and listen to boring people talk about boring accounting things, and I don’t know why I’m even bothering to ask you, because it’s starting to bore me just talking about it.”
    “You’re getting an award?” Jennifer asked him.
    “Yes,”
    “Wow, I’ve never known anyone who got an award. What’s it for?”
    “I’m the Arizona accountant of the year,” the nervous young man said.
    “Ryan,” Jennifer said, “I will go with you.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Yes.”
    “Okay, I can pick you up, uh, at three? We’ll be there by six then, and it starts at seven, but we can mingle, grab a drink or whatever.”
    “Sounds great,” Jennifer said, and she hung up. She bit her lip as she stared at her ceiling. She wondered what she was doing. She needed a good man, a good guy. Someone who had a good job, and had to wear a tie to the office. That’s who Ryan was. She found herself feeling nervous suddenly, her stomach in a knot.
    She stood up and took her tee shirt off. Then she unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor before sliding her panties down to her feet and stepping out of them. She padded into her bathroom on bare feet , and stopped in front of the sink. If she backed up far enough, she could see most of her body, her face, her chest, her flat stomach. She was attractive. She always had been. She was the first girl in school to develop, and now, at twenty-five, her breasts were round and heavy . Her pubic hair was trimmed , a small strip above her pink slit. Her hair blonde and long, loose and framing her shoulders. Her lips were plump, and she had a small beauty mark above her lip on the right side. When she smiled, there was a dimple , just in her left cheek.
    She was hot. Beautiful. And she had never been with a good man. Ever. Ryan was a good man . She was excited to go with him to