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said, as he slid the glass closer to her.
    With trembling hands she picked up the cool glass and brought it to her lips then took a long drag almost emptying the glass. The ice-cold water help to quench a thirst she didn’t know she had. Finally raising her eyes to the man sitting next to her, Natalie felt his gaze all the way to her toes.
    “There, that’s better. Honestly, I hate when women cry and I feel worse because I haven’t got the foggiest idea what to do when one does. So thank you for stopping, my heart and conscience appreciate it,” Dylan said, hoping she would stop with the deer in the headlights look.
    Even though she looked like a raccoon with her eye makeup all smudged and runny and the frames of her glasses were too large for her face, there was something different about her. Dylan was sure that he had never seen her before, he could not explain it but deep down it felt like he knew her.
    She licked her dry lips and in a raspy voice from the recent crying fit, she spoke softly saying, “Thank you, for your kindness, Sir. I’m very sorry for first walking into you, then falling apart and making you feel as if you could not leave me.”
    “Hey, who you calling Sir, I work for a living. Everyone calls me Dylan.”
    Dylan . Tall, dark and handsome, as the cliché goes, “Your last name isn’t Cross is it?” Natalie asked with embarrassing curiosity.
    “It is. Should I take it as a bad thing that you know of me?” Dylan’s own inquisitiveness was peaked. Dylan, pretty much, knew everyone in Hamden, VT. Yet this woman, he was sure, he had never laid eyes on before their collision meeting. There was something familiar about her all the same.
    Of all the luck! She would literally walk into Hamden’s own notorious playboy and connoisseur of seduction of the female population.
    In that moment, Natalie decided, if she was going to jump off the ledge and engage in not only this final gift to her mother, but also to receive the ultimate tutelage of desire and sex, who better than the man who had made it his reputation to love them and leave them.
    Dylan watched as the gears turned within her head. She stared at him with those deep eyes of hers and it was almost as if she was asking him permission with them.
    “I know you don’t know me from a hole in the wall, but could you excuse me for a moment, Mr. Cross? However, I would like a minute or two of your time to discuss a business proposition.”
    If anyone other than this woman were to say such a thing to Dylan, he would think they were a definite head case. But again, he could not explain it, her asking just had his curiosity peaked. He found himself nodding his head and he watched as she made her way over to the ladies room and stepped inside.
    “Everything ok, Dylan? Thought you were grabbing a beer.” Dylan heard coming from a smooth voice that hinted of a Texas drawl.
    Wes Thompson walked over and gave his friend’s shoulder a light shove, finally waking Dylan from his trance toward the ladies room.
    “D, you alright?” Wes asked again.
    “Yeah. I’ve just had the strangest encounter and it isn’t over yet.” Dylan then recanted to one of his best friends, the story of his chance meeting.
    Wes tilted his head back and laughed. Of course, Dylan’s disappearance had to be connected with a lady. What else is new?
    As if on cue, Natalie came out of the ladies room where she had cleaned up her face as much as she could. She was now walking back toward her recently vacated seat to propose to the town playboy to allow her to pay him to teach her and portray with her, a vivid sensual relationship. As she approached, her pace slowed and she watched Dylan speaking with another man. A very attractive white-collar type of man. He was slightly taller and lean like Dylan but where Dylan was dark and looked as if ready to pounce at a moment’s notice, the other was light and relaxed. Natalie had never seen two more prime specimens of the male population