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... and splotches, may I see them?” I calmly repeated the question. “Right here and now, you can’t be serious?” I remained silent. “We’re in a restaurant, Gil,” she snapped at me, “Very inappropriate of you to ask such a thing. I should ask you to leave.” I had upset her, but not as much as she had let on. And she wasn’t upset at me. “I’ll leave. Just say the words, Victoria.” She glared at me and asked, “Why would you ask such a thing?” “I want to see the speckles and splotches and gaze at your sexy legs again. You are an incredibly sexy woman, Victoria. I frequently think about the way you looked in your white bikini, in Cuba,” I calmly replied. “I’m a married woman, Gil,” she replied emphasizing the word married. “I am aware of that, Victoria.” “And it doesn’t bother you to hit on married women? Perhaps I grossly misjudged you and your intentions,” she harshly whispered to me. “I don’t think you’ve misjudged my intentions, and there is no way I will believe you’ve misjudged yours. Is all this anger you’re displaying directed at me, or are you angry at yourself?” “I think you should leave, Gil,” she snapped back. I smiled, stood up and reached for my wallet. “Just leave, I’ll take care of the bill. I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything,” she hissed at me. I stared at her, silent and cold. Letting her know that I did not like what she had just said to me. She looked down at her wine glass to avert my stare. “What makes you think I want to feel like I owe you anything, ...

... Victoria?” I asked her as I placed a twenty dollar bill on the table. “That was arrogant of you and very unappealing, I am disappointed.” “You are unbelievable! I can’t…just leave!” she fumed. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, Victoria. It is a difficult choice to think about, let alone make,” I said to her as I turned and walked away. I passed our waitress and smiled at her, thanked her and said good night. I lit up a smoke and walked to my car, pressed down on the fob and watched the lights flash twice and heard the driver side door unlock. I opened the car door and took a long drag of my cigarette, held the smoke in my lungs and exhaled slowly. Behind me, I heard the click of heels on pavement, quickly approaching. I glanced over my left shoulder and saw Victoria walking towards me. Her gait was quick and with purpose. Her eyes were focused and locked on me. The closer she got to me, the clearer I could see how serious she was. She had something on her mind and nothing was going to stop her from unleashing it. She stopped inches away from my car door. Her eyes were on fire. She was royally pissed off. More at herself than she was at me. The fact that I blatantly had mentioned it to her, had served only to fuel her rage. “You son of a bitch! Is this what you want!?” she hissed as she turned and lifted her skirt over her right hip. “Go ahead, stare all you want, you arrogant prick! I’ll keep my skirt hiked up for as long as you need to get off. Take out your dick and jerk off. How ...