She was staring straight ahead, eyes open which was unusual as when she was aroused normally her eyes stayed shut. She was concentrating on getting th...e maximum pleasure with the minimum of sound and movement. Her hips were thrusting out in time with my finger movements and she was breathing in small rapid breaths. I was getting incredibly turned on myself but here was nothing we could do about that. She told me later than when I had begun she had thought I was crazy but the thought of being. She was gorgeous in a different type of way. Not the type of woman I usually see out on a Friday night. I watched her for about an hour getting hit on by most of the guys in this bar. Mostly amateur's. I chuckled to myself as she turned down one after another. Between the guys hitting on her I would watch her scan the room as if she was searching for something, or someone. I knew she was going to be my prize tonight and I made my move. I sat down beside her at the bar and casually ordered my. I kissed his hand. ”Twas a pleasure, sir. I shall see you another time I’m sure. Keep an eye out for me!’ I winked, my lipstick messed up. It was too, the shiny covering on my cell phone acted as a very good and accurate mirror. I walked with my head down, the font of my hat pulled low over my eyes but I needed to see the bloody traffic. I ran across the crosswalk, taking all my chances and soon I smelt the cheap formaldehyde in the nail salon when I first enter the shops. The tea shop is not. I couldn't say something gentle or supportive cause I couldn't think, I told her to grow up, nothin last forever, not even love, and if this has been the first time you lost a love that means you've loved before so move on. I changed th subject and started telling stories of my life, making jokes, and making her hurt her stomach from laughter. I was told if a woman laughs at you this hard then you's a friend and ain't never gonna be nothin else, but I didn't mind, I just wanted to help her. .