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Kayleigh paused inside the back door of the bar. She believed she had just left Glen a bit stupefied, if not mesmerized. She couldn't be sure, though. She had never flirted with or physically challenged an older man like that before. Glen's responses were...appropriate! He kept his composure, she saw, and was as cool as a cucumber with her, even as she approached him with that pool cue ever so menacingly. Kayleigh, a trained law enforcement officer, feared no man. Glen, though, seemed like he could be more than a match for her. It was clear to her, also, that he was going to take Sophia away. Her heart sank at the thought.
So engrossed was Kayleigh in her thoughts she didn't realized she had walked blindly to the women's room. She found herself at the door, and snapped back to the present. She silently chided herself for losing her situational awareness. She looked back out at the bar, surprised to see many men and a couple ladies staring at her, then averting their gazes. Kayleigh looked down at her curvy, sexy body, with it's skimpy attire. She might as well be naked, she thought. She felt a sudden chill of self consciousness. What a fool she had been. She was a caricature, and Glen had seen through silly facade, and just as silly baiting. Yet he was patient, and a gentleman. She crossed her arms over her breasts, and spun into the restroom.
Kayleigh saw Sophia with her arms around Cheyenne. Cheyenne had clearly been crying, yet they both were smiling. Kayleigh wondered why. The smiles slipped away, though, as they turned to see the Kayleigh's ashen, drawn visage, and drooped posture. Kayleigh looked up slowly. "He's out of my league," was all she could mutter.
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Glen rubbed his forehead. He suddenly felt tired, and tipsy from all of the alcohol. He sat down, wondering if he should just leave. The two younger men who had been playing pool before Kayleigh and him walked past. One held his fist out and had a knowing smirk: "Nice pull, brah! You gonna do all three?" The two men chuckled. Glen, not wanting to be a jerk, settled on self-deprecation: "Hell, at my age any one of them would probably kill me." He bumped the fist back with his own and settled back in his seat. The two men walked away nodding, leaving Glen to take another pull on his beer. The young men were onto something. Glen recognized his amazing fortune, in spite of the games, and decided to give it a few more minutes to see how it played out. The prize was Zoe, but any of them would be suitable companions for the night. He smiled, feeling suddenly satisfied. "Maybe I still got it!" he thought.
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The three ladies had adjourned to a booth, and were staring silently at the round of vodka shots some guys at the bar had bought for them. Kayleigh raised hers a bit, and perfunctorily toasted the men, before drinking the shot. Cheyenne, her face and eyes calmed, swirled her glass.
"What ya gonna do, girl?" Cheyenne asked, looking at Sophia.
Sophia picked up her drink, and stared at it. Part of her wanted to go out back and take Glen to her hotel and screw his brains out. The other part wanted to go back alone and curl up in bed. That would be easier...no muss, no fuss. She'd gotten used to being alone.
"Hey, Sophia, when are you going to step back into life, huh?" Cheyenne challenged. Sophia glared at Cheyenne. She had a knack for reading Sophia's inner debates, and choosing the side that was the harder, but usually correct, path.
"What are you two going to do without me?" Sophia finally asked.
Kayleigh looked back from under her hat, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Sophia knew that look, and her eyes widened in response. Sophia lookied furtively at Cheyenne, before looking back at Kayleigh. Kayleigh, chin up, was now smiling.
Sophia's eyes widened even more in surprise. She mouthed the words "No way". Kayleigh, still smiling, rested her chin in her hand, and looked at Cheyenne. Kayleigh reached up, and played with a lock of Cheyenne's hair, before rubbing her shoulder. "Finish your shot, girl. We've got trouble to find. We'll let these two lovebirds get it on." Cheyenne was staring at her vodka shot, so didn't see the non-verbal exchange.
"Um, oh, yeah!" Cheyenne said, before tossing down her drink. Cheyenne saw the wide-eyed look in Sophia's eyes. "Uh, you going to be OK, Sophia?" Sophia paused, as if she was going to say something. Kayleigh caught this, and kicked Sophia's shin under the table. Sophia muffled a groan, but stared back at Kayleigh.
Kayliegh stood. "Ready?" Cheyenne reached across the table, and gave Sophia's forearm a caring squeeze. Sophia, patted Cheyenne's hand gently, and smiled back. "My God, Cheyenne has no idea what kind of sexy predator she's paired with," Sophia thought. She watched as Cheyenne stood, and as Kayleigh put her arm around Cheyenne's waist. She was grooming Cheyenne, much as she had groomed, then seduced Sophia before. Only Sophia recognized the grooming for what it was, and went for it. Cheyenne, as worldly as she was, was completely naive now. As they headed out, Kayleigh turned back to glance at Sophia, licking her lips. "Bitch!" Sophia mouthed.
Kayleigh smiled, and walked out with Cheyenne. Sophia's mouth was open in shock. She wondered if this was a case of pre-emptive revenge sex, and was going to fuck Sophia's friend and counselor to get back at her for going after Glen. Sophia took her shot glass, and gulped it down. As the alcohol burned her throat, Sophia wondered if her girlfriend-with-benefits was really that spiteful, or just going for low hanging fruit. She sat back in the booth, and began to wonder if Glen was even outside any longer.
Sophia tried to muster her strength to go find him. However, the alcohol, and the stress of the day, had finally overcome her constitution. As she began to get up, she found herself lightheaded, and sat back. Her eyelids were heavy. She looked at her phone. It was well after Midnight. She could rest for just a sec...
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Glen looked at his watch. It had been at least 30 minutes since Kayleigh had sashayed out. He sighed, fearing the worst. He took the final pull of his beer, set his bottle down, and stood. After a moment, he was able to regain his bearing. Realizing there was no way he could drive, he fished out his phone, and called a car service. His ride would be there in 20 minutes. It was a busy night for drivers.
Glen walked into the bar, fully expecting to not find Zoe or any of her friends. He scanned about, but only saw two other women and a few guys at the bar. The two women, one a cute, buxom blond server, and the other a striking, tall black woman, were peering at what appeared to be an empty booth. The black woman was reaching into the booth from the back, and saying, "Wake up, baby!" Glen then looked at the open end of the booth, and saw a thick, tan, muscular leg hanging off, wearing a boot he recognized. He ran forward, feeling both elation and fear.
At the booth, Glen found that Zoe appeared to be unconscious. She was slumped down, and her legs were splayed apart, revealing her scantily clad vulva.
"Oh, my God! Zoe...is she OK?" Glen looked up at the two women. The waitress seemed dumbfounded. The other woman said, "I think she's asleep. She stirs when I try to wake her, then she mutters something and goes back to sleep. I think she said 'Glen'! Do you know her? Are you Glen?"
Glen was surprised. He nodded yes, came along side, trying to be calm. "Hey, Zoe, it's Glen! Come on, wake up!" Glen rubbed her arm first, but got no response. He tried a trick he used to wake his kids when they wouldn't get up for school: he called Zoe's name, while rubbing her nose and cheek. This immediately caused Zoe to flinch. Her eyes opened suddenly as she brought her hands up to shield her face.
"Do you think she has been drugged?" the black woman asked. "We'll know in a second," Glen said, remembering all of his first aid training remarkably well in spite of the fog of the alcohol in his head. "Can you look at me?" he called out. Zoe looked at him with a glazed stare. "What is your name?" he called again.
"S-Sophia." Zoe muttered. Glen looked quizzically at her. "N-no, what is your name?" She seemed to gather herself a bit. "Zoe." she said softly.
"Where are you?" Glen asked. Zoe looked a bit at Glen, and then the strange black woman, before sitting up a bit. "Bar...Phoenix." she sputtered. "Who am I?" Glen asked. She brought her rheumy eyes back to look at Glen's face. She rubbed his face a bit, and looked into his eyes. "Mmm, the fool who's going to take me home". She awkwardly poked the tip of his nose, before shifting her thick frame, and drifting back to sleep.
Glen stood up, and brought her legs back together, to help maintain whatever dignity she had left.
"No, not drugged. Just really drunk and tired." he told the black woman. "She ran that mud run twice today. She's more tired than she realizes, and the booze didn't help. Can you watch her while I see if the car is here?"
"Sure!" the woman offered, and she sat down across from Zoe. Glen walked out the front door, wondering who 'Sophia' was. He decided to ask another time. After a moment, the car arrived. Glen explained the situation to the driver, and he offered to help get Zoe back to the car. The bouncer came over to see what was going on, and once he found out, told the driver to stay put. The bouncer and Glen went back in to get Zoe.
Once they dragged her into the car, the driver asked where to head. Glen, feeling as though he shouldn't, still went ahead and opened her purse. He fished for a moment, and found her driver's license. "Zoe Xaviera Malthausen", it read. "What a name!" he thought. He punched the address in his phone's GPS: it was clear on the other side of Flagstaff, a good 45 minutes away. He found what looked like a hotel key card, too, but it didn't show the hotel or room number on it for security. He groaned.
"Zoe, hey!" Glen rubbed her nose again. She awoke startled, arms up and ready to fight, and looked around the car. When she saw Glen, she lowered her arms. "Huh, there you are, baby." she said, and stroked his cheek, before giving him a kiss. For Glen it was a drunk, sloppy kiss, but a kiss, no less. He unclenched a bit. "Sweetie, I'm going to take you home to Flagstaff, OK?"
This seemed to catch Zoe's attention. Through the fatigue and haze of the liquor, Sophia realized she was in a car with Glen, and was happy to see him. However, she didn't want him to drop her off at her apartment, for fear of losing her secure Witsec safe house, and possibly never seeing Glen again. Energized, she perked up a bit, and looked Glen straight in the eyes. She stroked his cheek again, before giving him an answer.
"Tonight, Glen, home is with you. Let's go to your place." Glen smiled a bit, and then kissed her back. Zoe then nestled into his chest, and quickly drifted back to sleep.
Glen looked up at the driver, who was looking back with a smile. "Your place, then, Glen?" the driver asked.

Glen looked at Zoe, and considered for a moment. "Yeah, sure." he responded.

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Kayleigh paused inside the back door of the bar. She believed she had just left Glen a bit stupefied, if not mesmerized. She couldn't be sure, though. She had never flirted with or physically challenged an older man like that before. Glen's responses were...appropriate! He kept his composure, she saw, and was as cool as a cucumber with her, even as she approached him with that pool cue ever so menacingly. Kayleigh, a trained law enforcement officer, feared no man. Glen, though, seemed like he could be more than a match for her. It was clear to her, also, that he was going to take Sophia away. Her heart sank at the thought.
So engrossed was Kayleigh in her thoughts she didn't realized she had walked blindly to the women's room. She found herself at the door, and snapped back to the present. She silently chided herself for losing her situational awareness. She looked back out at the bar, surprised to see many men and a couple ladies staring at her, then averting their gazes. Kayleigh looked down at her curvy, sexy body, with it's skimpy attire. She might as well be naked, she thought. She felt a sudden chill of self consciousness. What a fool she had been. She was a caricature, and Glen had seen through silly facade, and just as silly baiting. Yet he was patient, and a gentleman. She crossed her arms over her breasts, and spun into the restroom.
Kayleigh saw Sophia with her arms around Cheyenne. Cheyenne had clearly been crying, yet they both were smiling. Kayleigh wondered why. The smiles slipped away, though, as they turned to see the Kayleigh's ashen, drawn visage, and drooped posture. Kayleigh looked up slowly. "He's out of my league," was all she could mutter.
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Glen rubbed his forehead. He suddenly felt tired, and tipsy from all of the alcohol. He sat down, wondering if he should just leave. The two younger men who had been playing pool before Kayleigh and him walked past. One held his fist out and had a knowing smirk: "Nice pull, brah! You gonna do all three?" The two men chuckled. Glen, not wanting to be a jerk, settled on self-deprecation: "Hell, at my age any one of them would probably kill me." He bumped the fist back with his own and settled back in his seat. The two men walked away nodding, leaving Glen to take another pull on his beer. The young men were onto something. Glen recognized his amazing fortune, in spite of the games, and decided to give it a few more minutes to see how it played out. The prize was Zoe, but any of them would be suitable companions for the night. He smiled, feeling suddenly satisfied. "Maybe I still got it!" he thought.
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The three ladies had adjourned to a booth, and were staring silently at the round of vodka shots some guys at the bar had bought for them. Kayleigh raised hers a bit, and perfunctorily toasted the men, before drinking the shot. Cheyenne, her face and eyes calmed, swirled her glass.
"What ya gonna do, girl?" Cheyenne asked, looking at Sophia.
Sophia picked up her drink, and stared at it. Part of her wanted to go out back and take Glen to her hotel and screw his brains out. The other part wanted to go back alone and curl up in bed. That would be easier...no muss, no fuss. She'd gotten used to being alone.
"Hey, Sophia, when are you going to step back into life, huh?" Cheyenne challenged. Sophia glared at Cheyenne. She had a knack for reading Sophia's inner debates, and choosing the side that was the harder, but usually correct, path.
"What are you two going to do without me?" Sophia finally asked.
Kayleigh looked back from under her hat, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Sophia knew that look, and her eyes widened in response. Sophia lookied furtively at Cheyenne, before looking back at Kayleigh. Kayleigh, chin up, was now smiling.
Sophia's eyes widened even more in surprise. She mouthed the words "No way". Kayleigh, still smiling, rested her chin in her hand, and looked at Cheyenne. Kayleigh reached up, and played with a lock of Cheyenne's hair, before rubbing her shoulder. "Finish your shot, girl. We've got trouble to find. We'll let these two lovebirds get it on." Cheyenne was staring at her vodka shot, so didn't see the non-verbal exchange.
"Um, oh, yeah!" Cheyenne said, before tossing down her drink. Cheyenne saw the wide-eyed look in Sophia's eyes. "Uh, you going to be OK, Sophia?" Sophia paused, as if she was going to say something. Kayleigh caught this, and kicked Sophia's shin under the table. Sophia muffled a groan, but stared back at Kayleigh.
Kayliegh stood. "Ready?" Cheyenne reached across the table, and gave Sophia's forearm a caring squeeze. Sophia, patted Cheyenne's hand gently, and smiled back. "My God, Cheyenne has no idea what kind of sexy predator she's paired with," Sophia thought. She watched as Cheyenne stood, and as Kayleigh put her arm around Cheyenne's waist. She was grooming Cheyenne, much as she had groomed, then seduced Sophia before. Only Sophia recognized the grooming for what it was, and went for it. Cheyenne, as worldly as she was, was completely naive now. As they headed out, Kayleigh turned back to glance at Sophia, licking her lips. "Bitch!" Sophia mouthed.
Kayleigh smiled, and walked out with Cheyenne. Sophia's mouth was open in shock. She wondered if this was a case of pre-emptive revenge sex, and was going to fuck Sophia's friend and counselor to get back at her for going after Glen. Sophia took her shot glass, and gulped it down. As the alcohol burned her throat, Sophia wondered if her girlfriend-with-benefits was really that spiteful, or just going for low hanging fruit. She sat back in the booth, and began to wonder if Glen was even outside any longer.
Sophia tried to muster her strength to go find him. However, the alcohol, and the stress of the day, had finally overcome her constitution. As she began to get up, she found herself lightheaded, and sat back. Her eyelids were heavy. She looked at her phone. It was well after Midnight. She could rest for just a sec...
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Glen looked at his watch. It had been at least 30 minutes since Kayleigh had sashayed out. He sighed, fearing the worst. He took the final pull of his beer, set his bottle down, and stood. After a moment, he was able to regain his bearing. Realizing there was no way he could drive, he fished out his phone, and called a car service. His ride would be there in 20 minutes. It was a busy night for drivers.
Glen walked into the bar, fully expecting to not find Zoe or any of her friends. He scanned about, but only saw two other women and a few guys at the bar. The two women, one a cute, buxom blond server, and the other a striking, tall black woman, were peering at what appeared to be an empty booth. The black woman was reaching into the booth from the back, and saying, "Wake up, baby!" Glen then looked at the open end of the booth, and saw a thick, tan, muscular leg hanging off, wearing a boot he recognized. He ran forward, feeling both elation and fear.
At the booth, Glen found that Zoe appeared to be unconscious. She was slumped down, and her legs were splayed apart, revealing her scantily clad vulva.
"Oh, my God! Zoe...is she OK?" Glen looked up at the two women. The waitress seemed dumbfounded. The other woman said, "I think she's asleep. She stirs when I try to wake her, then she mutters something and goes back to sleep. I think she said 'Glen'! Do you know her? Are you Glen?"
Glen was surprised. He nodded yes, came along side, trying to be calm. "Hey, Zoe, it's Glen! Come on, wake up!" Glen rubbed her arm first, but got no response. He tried a trick he used to wake his kids when they wouldn't get up for school: he called Zoe's name, while rubbing her nose and cheek. This immediately caused Zoe to flinch. Her eyes opened suddenly as she brought her hands up to shield her face.
"Do you think she has been drugged?" the black woman asked. "We'll know in a second," Glen said, remembering all of his first aid training remarkably well in spite of the fog of the alcohol in his head. "Can you look at me?" he called out. Zoe looked at him with a glazed stare. "What is your name?" he called again.
"S-Sophia." Zoe muttered. Glen looked quizzically at her. "N-no, what is your name?" She seemed to gather herself a bit. "Zoe." she said softly.
"Where are you?" Glen asked. Zoe looked a bit at Glen, and then the strange black woman, before sitting up a bit. "Bar...Phoenix." she sputtered. "Who am I?" Glen asked. She brought her rheumy eyes back to look at Glen's face. She rubbed his face a bit, and looked into his eyes. "Mmm, the fool who's going to take me home". She awkwardly poked the tip of his nose, before shifting her thick frame, and drifting back to sleep.
Glen stood up, and brought her legs back together, to help maintain whatever dignity she had left.
"No, not drugged. Just really drunk and tired." he told the black woman. "She ran that mud run twice today. She's more tired than she realizes, and the booze didn't help. Can you watch her while I see if the car is here?"
"Sure!" the woman offered, and she sat down across from Zoe. Glen walked out the front door, wondering who 'Sophia' was. He decided to ask another time. After a moment, the car arrived. Glen explained the situation to the driver, and he offered to help get Zoe back to the car. The bouncer came over to see what was going on, and once he found out, told the driver to stay put. The bouncer and Glen went back in to get Zoe.
Once they dragged her into the car, the driver asked where to head. Glen, feeling as though he shouldn't, still went ahead and opened her purse. He fished for a moment, and found her driver's license. "Zoe Xaviera Malthausen", it read. "What a name!" he thought. He punched the address in his phone's GPS: it was clear on the other side of Flagstaff, a good 45 minutes away. He found what looked like a hotel key card, too, but it didn't show the hotel or room number on it for security. He groaned.
"Zoe, hey!" Glen rubbed her nose again. She awoke startled, arms up and ready to fight, and looked around the car. When she saw Glen, she lowered her arms. "Huh, there you are, baby." she said, and stroked his cheek, before giving him a kiss. For Glen it was a drunk, sloppy kiss, but a kiss, no less. He unclenched a bit. "Sweetie, I'm going to take you home to Flagstaff, OK?"
This seemed to catch Zoe's attention. Through the fatigue and haze of the liquor, Sophia realized she was in a car with Glen, and was happy to see him. However, she didn't want him to drop her off at her apartment, for fear of losing her secure Witsec safe house, and possibly never seeing Glen again. Energized, she perked up a bit, and looked Glen straight in the eyes. She stroked his cheek again, before giving him an answer.
"Tonight, Glen, home is with you. Let's go to your place." Glen smiled a bit, and then kissed her back. Zoe then nestled into his chest, and quickly drifted back to sleep.
Glen looked up at the driver, who was looking back with a smile. "Your place, then, Glen?" the driver asked.

Glen looked at Zoe, and considered for a moment. "Yeah, sure." he responded.

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