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Addicted to My Daddy’s Friend

Chapter 68

I hadn’t been to Wang Li’s Sports Bar in a long time, not since my wife and I had married. She wasn’t much for bars, sports, or Chinese food, so taking her to Wang’s was pretty much out of the question. But it had been 6 months since we split up and, after stumbling home from work in the middle of the night and eating wha er I could find in the freezer on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, I decided I deserved a break. The project was finished and the boss told us all to take tomorrow off so this was my big night to go out and enjoy myself.

I got to Wang’s at about 7:30 and asked for a table and a menu. Wang Li ran an interesting establishment. He had taken over an old sports bar and upgraded the video and sound to the cutting edge. A big projection TV with several satellite sets was the main feature. He then replaced the overpriced burger–and–fries menu (which no one ever ordered anyway) with cheaper better better–tasting Chinese food. It was quirky but popular, which made it a good place for watching people. The clientele varied and was often a mix of professionals and

blue–collar workers. This night the young lawyers had been replaced by a somewhat earthier group. I was sure they would supply some unintentional entertainment with my meal.

I sat at a small table off to the right side of the bar and waited for my food to arrive. A lot of action was already in progress around me but I decided to focus on just a few of the groups. First, there was the ballgame. I wasn’t interested in it but a group of four 20–something guys had loudly planted themselves in front of the projection TV and were deeply involved with the play–by–play. They were also deeply involved with their second (or possibly third) pitcher of beer and were soon going to be deeply involved with passing out on the floor.

At a table in front of the bar was a group of 3 women, 2 very young and one somewhat older, who were having a lady’s night out. That was my guess at least. The collection of little umbrellas on the table said they were also feeling no pain. Opposite them at the bar were 4 guys who were also watching the ladies. They seemed to be in their late 30s or early forties which put them about 15 years older than the 2 younger women. By the way, they dressed, I guessed that the women were secretaries and the men were salesmen (I’m pretty good at spotting a cheap suit).

When I went up to get my food from the bar, my suspicions were confirmed: the women were secretarial staff at a local law firm, the older one being the head secretary. The number of umbrellas and cigarette butts said they had been here since leaving work and all three were dressed just a little too provocatively to have been lawyers or professional staff. The younger ones were wearing short skirts and sweater tops over moderately large (or “tissue- enhanced“) C–cup breasts. Both wore their brown hair straight and long, but one had tied hers back and pretended to ignore the guys. The other attracted extra attention every time

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The heavy guy from the trio had finished one story, downed a drink, ordered another, and started a new story. In the meantime, the dark haired guy was trying his best to get closer to the blond. I didn’t blame him; she was quite attractive. Her hair was long and slightly curled around the soft Ratures of her face. She was not very tall, maybe 2 or 5 inches less than my 58” and certainly a lot shorter than either of her o foot plus companions. She was thin with a modest bust size of maybe 348. It was hard to tell since she was wearing a loose white shirt and a grey jacket–and–skirt combination that made her look very businesslike. Judging from her well–toned legs, I guessed that she workedt out regularly, I amused myself thinking about how stunning she would look in jogging shorts.

The dark–haired guy had tried twice to put his arm around her but with no success. She had run out of room to retreat from his advances when the heavy man had finished another

story. This time, after ordering another drink, he headed for the restroom. Dark hair took this as an opportunity to try to make a move. I watched him gut his hand on her arm and whisper something to her. The bloode wanted no part of it, however. She removed his car and pushed him away. I heard her say “Shop it. Frunk! It looked like he finally got the point as be put up his hands and apologized just before the beary man returned and started

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Over the next hour or so the place started to clear out. This was not surprising given it was a Thursday. Tomorrow Wang’s would be hopping well in he wee hours, but not tonight. The secretaries had started to gather their things to leave and it looked like the salesmen would be doing the same shortly. The tall guy had retreated to the men’s room as the ladies headed for the door. The head secretary stopped as they approached the door and turned to go to

e lady’s room. The other 2 girls went outside and didn’t see her meet up with the tall guy outside the men’s room. She slipped him a piece of paper which he quickly stuffed into his pocket. After they parted, he said his goodbyes to his friends and headed for the door. I could see the quiet smile on his face as he left. His hand was in his pocket probably holding the paper with her phone number.

Back at the bar, I noticed that Frank was maneuvering himself so that his arm was around the back of the blonde. Some guys just never learn. She hadn’t seemed to notice. The heary guy was putting on a jacket as he finished up his presumably last story and said goodbye. The blonde looked like she was about to leave also when Frank started gesturing. The bartender brought 2 drinks one of which Frank offered to the blonde. She reluctantly accepted and turned in her seat to face the bar. I decided to move to the bar myself and have a final drink before leaving. It amazed me that Frank still thought he had a chance with the

blonde and I wanted a front–row seet for the final act.

From the bar, I could hear at least a little of the last bit of conversation. The guy was discussing some work project with the blonde while again trying to put his arm around her. Finally, she had had enough. She pushed his arm away, stood up, and said “Look, Frank, I have to be going now. He, again, put up his hands and apologized. Rita, I’m sorry! Let me make it up to you. I’ll buy you another drink, ok?” “NO, Frank! I’ve gotta get up tomorrow. I’l see you at the office.” “Ok, but at least let me walk you to your car. Rita hesitantly agreed but excused herself to the restroom, first. As soon as she was out of sight, Frank grabbed her purse and fished around in it until he came up with her keys. He smiled evilly as he slipped

them into his jacket pocket.

Up to this point, I was having fun watching this guy make an ass of himself in public, but now things had gotten more serious. Frank seemed to be just the sort of slimeball who thinks that a woman who says no is just playing hard to get. My drink lost its appeal. Just then Rita returned and collected her coat and purse as Frank ushered her out the door. He

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it had the good sense to be wary. It’s ok. Prank. I’ll just use the phone in the bar and call 444. Thanks aga

Rank was insisting but it wasn’t interested. hall, she just brushed passed him heading back to the box. That was the last straw for him. He grabbed her arm as she passed and spun her around pushing her against the car so that she ended up bent over the hood of her car, pired under As me

This was my cue. Up till this point, it was just words, but now Frank had crossed the line. I stepped up behind him and said ‘Is there a problem here? Frank looked up at me and snarled “Mind your own busi

Frank was a good 6 inches taller than I was, had at least 40 more pounds of muscle than I and was about 10 to 15 years younger than I All this made what I did next even more dangerous. I put my hand on his shoulder and twisted him away from Rita a bit saying “I wasn’t talking to you; I was talking to the lad

Frank loosened his grip on Rita and turned to fare me swinging. I was more surprised by the blow than hurt. He only caught the edge of my chin but still managed to knock me to the ground.

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