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own fingers. Eyes hazy with lust, she looked around her empty shower. Sadness invaded her heart as she realized it had been a dream, a fantasy of her own making. Thor had not been there pleasing her. Her imagination had played a wicked trick on her.
    Righting herself, she rinsed the remaining soap from her body, then turned off the shower and got out. After drying herself briskly with a towel, she collected her clothes from the floor as she entered her bedroom. Depositing them in the dirty laundry basket, she pulled a t-shirt and panties from her dresser and put them on.
    Climbing into bed, she told herself that she was not attracted to Officer Zeller, she had just been working herself too hard for school and that was all.
    Her sex chose that moment to give her one final flutter of the previous climax, calling her a liar. Squeezing her eyes shut, she ignored her body’s response and hoped for a dreamless sleep.

    * * * *
“Hey, Jack. How’s it going tonight?” Liza approached the bar and nodded at Stephanie Maxwell, who was waving her over to one of the back tables where she was surrounded by other bar customers, mostly males. Liza ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation. She’d just finished the mother of all tests for school and she didn’t feel like fighting off drunken men. She only agreed to come tonight because Stephanie complained that she didn’t get to see her often during the school year. Since tonight started her two-week vacation before the summer session, she felt bad not spending time with her best friend.
    Jack moved down the bar until he stood in front her, drying a glass, then placed it on the shelf behind him. “Pretty busy for a Wednesday night.” He turned back to her. “But I guess I can attribute it to the high school baseball team playing in the regional championship against Echols.”
    Leaning into the tall polished wood bar, Liza gave him a small smile. “Too bad we didn’t win.”
    Shrugging, Jack said, “Guess we can’t win ‘em all. What can I get you?”
    “Classes are over for now, so I’ll take a Bacardi Lemon with 7UP...just for a little celebration.”

    Jack gave her a quick wink before moving around the back of the counter to mix her drink. Liza observed her old classmate. She’d known Jack since the third grade when his family had moved into town. They’d attended the first two years of college together, but he left school to join the military. He’d said he needed to do something different for a while that wasn’t in Claremont. After four years in the military, he’d come back, opened up the Dirty Dozen bar and married Betty Dixon, his high school sweetheart.
    “Here you go, little lady.” Jack placed her clear beverage on a small round coaster, which boasted the name of his establishment.
    She could see the words, Dirty Dozen , magnified at the bottom of the glass.
    Laughing at the nickname, little lady, her friend had given her in high school after she’d failed to have a growth spurt like the rest of her friends, finally capping out her height of five’ six”. Rising up on her tiptoes, she reached across the bar and ruffled Jack’s short black hair. “Thanks, Jackie boy.”
    Reaching into her purse for money, she was stopped by Jack’s voice.
    “No need to pay. It’s my gift to you, little lady. Congrats on another semester ended.” Grinning at her, he continued, “But, don’t get beside yourself.
    It’s only the first one that’s on the house.”
    “Jackie boy, you know I only ever drink one.”
    He nodded. “That’s right, college girl, and you keep it that way.”
    Returning his earlier wink, she strutted away from the bar to join Stephanie, who looked as if any moment she’d come over to the bar and get her.
    “Well, it’s about time you got over here, Liza. I thought I was goin’ to have to drag you away from the bar,” Stephanie reprimanded from her perch on Wyatt McCall’s lap. Wyatt was a surgical assistant in Tallahassee and