"Mitch saw me in the back and was bullshitting with me." I responded as I surveyed the crowd, which for seven on a Friday night was pretty sparse.

“Good for you, but I have to get going, Cindy get's off at seven thirty and if I'm late she gets pissy and I don't get off, know what

I mean?"

“Yeah, hey at least you got a chance to get off without your hand,

I haven't gotten anything since Melissa decided we were better off as friends." I sighed, "As in she wanted to be more than friends with

Russ from the baseball team."

"Yeah, tough one." Jack agreed, then smiled, "But, hey man, you got your own place now and it is ladies night! Drought could end tonight!"

"Um...yeah..." I gestured towards the dozen or so people in the bar, only three of whom were female and two of them were a couple who hung out here.

“Things are looking good for that."

"It's early." He said heading around the bar, "I'll catch you tomorrow night, try not to be late with that long trek down here, okay?"

I flipped him off and he laughed as he made his way past the tables around the bar towards the exit. I looked over the bar and seeing that everyone had a drink in front of them sighed and reaching up to the flat screen TV above the bar, put the Sox game on. The small crowd didn't just suck for female prospects, but for tips, which now that I was paying rent, meant more than ever.

The only people at the bar were engrossed in conversation with each other so after checking to make sure the coolers were stocked and there were plenty of clean glasses, I pulled out my cell to give

Allison a quick call and tell her thank you.

I'd been so busy over the last three days I had not had a chance to stop by Chris's house to tell her in person and the couple of times

I called it went to voice mail and I wanted to tell her in an actual conversation, not in a message.

Walking over to the end of the bar away from the TV, I listed to the ringing from the other end and was about to end the call when she answered, "Hello?"

Even her voice was hot; soft and throaty, the kind of voice that would make a killing in the phone sex industry, the type of voice that had me dying to hear her say something dirty."

“Hey Allison? It's Danny."

"Oh, hey Danny! I thought I recognized the number." She laughed, "You calling to tell me why you keep calling and hanging up on me?"

“Sorry about that, I..."

"I mean it's not nice to tease a woman, you know, especially a lonely one.”

"Tease?"

“Yes, tease. I see the number of a good looking young man on my phone and get all excited and there's not even a message."

“Oh." I said, telling myself not to get excited about her saying I was attractive, she was only messing around with me.

“Well I don't think I'd be a tease, you know everything about me."

"Why do you think it's such a tease?" she asked, "I know exactly what you are, and I can't think of a woman who wouldn't want to have you calling them."

I swallowed nervously even though she couldn't see me. It seemed as if she were the one teasing me. Teasing was what it was, but hearing it in that damn porn star voice wasn't fair. Deciding not to get sucked in and end up thinking about being sucked, I laughed.

“Thanks, but you don't have to say that, I'll mow your lawn without flattery."

"Honey, I don't have to say anything and I have to tell you I'm tired of you doing things for me for free, I think its time I took care of you."

“I don't want any money." I said, quickly.