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but didn’t see any redheaded women anywhere in the
restaurant or at the sushi bar.
    “Come on, we have your table waiting for you.
Who are you feeding then taking home tonight?” asked Jen, a sweet
smirk plastered on her lips, as she led me through the
restaurant.
    “She’s not going home with me. It’s a
business meeting.” I said, “She said she’s a tall redhead.”
    “You mean like the redhead who’s been looking
in the front window for the past five minutes?” she asked.
    I looked outside and sure enough there was a
tall redhead looking right at me, a smile on her lips. I waved and
motioned for her to come inside as I leaned over to Jen.
    “She’s buying, so let’s punish her,” I
said.
    Jen just stared at me with a huge smile on
her face. “You know my language,” she said. “Chef just received
some special cold sake and a very rare tuna that melts on your
tongue. Is that a good place to start?” she asked.
    “I’m in your hands,” I said. “Also bring
sparkling water and a sashimi plate, you know what I like and what
I hate.”
    “Sean hates eel, octopus and teeth during a
blowjob,” she said. “What don’t I know about you?”
    “You’re such a tease,” I said just as Shannon
walked up. “Yet I still don’t know if you love me or hate me.”
    “Proper love encompasses both,” she said.
    Shannon walked in with a truckload of
confidence, a spring in her step, and enough thigh showing to make
me want to see a lot more. She had certainly hedged her bet, for on
that night she was the prettiest woman in the room. I could see it
in Jen’s reaction. Jen ruled the sushi bar. If a prettier woman
entered her territory the results were either a display of anger or
a sudden turn to the timid. This was going to be an interesting
night. Shannon was wearing a thin black dress that hugged her
figure and proved that she was not wearing a bra. Her legs were
long and looked more like stable support systems.
    My favorite booth was in the back corner, on
a slight platform, with a view of the entire restaurant. That meant
Shannon had to walk past everyone before she got to where I was
standing, waiting for her. A hush fell over the room as people
moved chairs to get a glimpse of her as she walked by them and
right up to me.
    I held my hand out to shake hers but she
walked right up to me and gave me a hug. I didn’t expect it but it
was a good touch. “Sean, we’re going to find a solution to this
problem then you and I will be good friends, okay?”
    She held on to me and wouldn’t let me go, but
leaned back a little bit. “Show me how that kiss greeting goes, I
liked watching that,” she said. Her confidence certainly could have
been over-powering.
    I leaned forward, kissed her on one cheek,
then the other cheek, and kissed her on the lips. She tasted like
Cherry Chapstick.
    “Nice,” she said. “We’re off to a good start
already.”
    She finally let me go and I waited for her to
slide in to her side of the booth, then slid in myself. “Jen
travelled to Spain a while back and said the three kiss greeting is
only for people you really like,” I said, feeling at ease with
Shannon.
    Shannon was alive, sexy, and confident. I
noticed the other patrons went back to their own meals and stopped
gazing at her. That was when Jen showed up at our table.
    “So you’re Sean’s redhead for dinner,” said
Jen with far too much sarcasm for me to feel comfortable. She
started setting out the sake, sparkling water and sashimi for
us.
    Jen was used to being the cutest girl in the
restaurant most of the time, so when someone came in looking as
good as Shannon did it could produce sparks. There was no reason
why there should be a problem but, Jen could find one. Jen was
exceptional to look at, but she was the jealous type and staked out
her restaurant territory as she pleased. All the employees and the
owner were used to it and accepted her for who she was.
    Jen had tried to play pro beach volleyball
but