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opinion, to follow the sashay of her black skirt exiting.
    For some reason, this pissed me off. She had a nice shape, but there wasn’t anything else that stood out to me. She wasn’t my typical type. I’d gone after younger women. At first, the youthful twenty somethings were a decent age to conquer; full of spunk and discovery, but in recent years, the age group hit a little too close to home. I’d moved up to late twenties or early thirties. I found flirty-thirties were too needy, though. In the childbearing age, and wanting a little more than I was willing to offer, these women were confident and willful in experimentation. At forty-two, I was growing too old for their shenanigans for emotional entrapment. I refused to date for this very reason. I didn’t want to get too close to one woman again.
    Strutting to the booth behind me, the men sat, and I lingered when I heard one of them say, “I’d tap that.” The others laughed heartily, and I returned my focus to Thomas across the bar. He watched the men over my shoulder. Preppy types, in basketball shorts and athletic shirts, the rowdy bunch showed their age. Paunch stomachs, bald heads, and reading glasses filled out their images. Their type was one I recognized all too well. Their wives were probably home alone reading about sex instead of having it because their husbands were assholes who went out with “the boys”. I shook my head and stood from the stool.
    “Good to see ya, old man.” Thomas laughed as he took my ten. I waved before leaving the small local pub. I liked O’Malley’s, but I didn’t hang out there often. It was too close to home – literally. I knew Thomas’ dad from the old neighborhood by my parents’ house.
    While I walked past the parking lot on the side of the building, I noticed Emme talking to another man: Mike Murphy. He was a city police officer, and I’d had some run-ins with him on occasion. He was an odd guy, and for some unknown reason, I never trusted him. Just had that gnawing suspicion about him. I don’t know what made me do it, but I stopped. Emme looked uncomfortable, despite the smile pressed across those pink lips. I’d been trying not to get caught staring at those lips while she spoke to me. They looked ripe for kissing. In fact, I think they needed a swift kiss. A breathtaking, heart-stopping, dick-straining kind of kiss. And I wanted to give her one while she stared at me all wide-eyed and horrified at the bar.
    Her eyes flipped up and met mine across the lot. Her forced smile turned back to Mike and she stepped back. He followed. She was almost pressed up against her car.
    Sauntering into the lot, I came close enough to hear Mike asking her if she’d like to go inside for a drink.
    “I was just leaving,” she stated. “But thank you.”
    He started talking again, but I cut him off.
    “Emme, everything okay?”
    Mike turned toward me, his mousy face pinching as his narrow eyes skimmed my face.
    “Emme and I are just having a chat. We haven’t seen each other in a while.”
    I stepped closer to the two of them. Emme’s eyes weren’t leaving my face, but I couldn’t read her expression. She shook her head infinitesimally and I took another step. Mike had this nervous quality about him, almost jittery, and his hand shook as he addressed Emme again. “Well, if you ever want to have a burger, they have the best ones. Monday night, it’s the special.”
    Something told me Emme did not want to be alone with Mike, and I refused to move. I easily stood six inches taller and at least fifty pounds heavier than the scrawny man before me. Mike’s eyes shifted sideways to me before he mumbled, “Nice to see you again, Emme.” He stepped away from her. Waiting until Mike was around the corner of the building, I turned on Emme.
    “Mike Murphy? Really?”
    “I…he…” Her voice fumbled before she stood up straighter. “Truthfully, he creeps me out. He used to see me at the gym and follow me around the