What Lisa Really Wanted

Thoughts of Ryan consumed her and she hoped for a second chance

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The bar had been too damned crowded, loud, and mind-numbing with the playoff games blaring on a dozen different screens and the band banging out song after song. Plus, after Lisa had asked Ryan and his friends could help her move and she hadn’t heard from him she figured the relationship was one … and done.

Done.

A few dinner dates. Kayaking. Hiking. Movies. And an intense make-out session with another evening of Ryan slowly stripping off her clothes so she could pose in her panties, looking her shoulder, spreading her legs, and letting him approach, feeling her ass, pressing his jeans against her naked flesh.

Memories. All were memories now.

Until she was with friends and stumbled across him in the swirling dervish of what people called entertainment.

“Hey, Lisa.” Ryan had smiled and waved to her from across the floor and around the bar. It was the place where they had first met, where she had bumped into him, spilling his beer.

She was mortified but he laughed and they got to talking. That was the beauty of romance when the match lit the first time.

But he had blown out the flame, in Lisa’s opinion, and now he had shown up.