Scorpion KRGeorge@aol.com He's comin' in for a goal... Jion the blonde Tranny in the back room Blow her off. Brad sat at the bar stool. At his right stood four or five empty beer bottles, and to his left an empty glass. "Pour me another." He told the bar tender in a slightly slured vioce. The tender snatched up another bottle, opened it, and set it by the empty glass. "Pour it yerself." Just as he was about to make a surly retort, a cool female vioce drifted over his shoulder, "Is this seat taken?" He whirled around to see a tall blonde behind him. Her face was carefully made up, her hair was elegantly styled, her dress was short, backless, strapless classic black. "N-n-no." He stammered. She seated herself beside him, she had a black velvet chocker with a purple button split by a black lightening bolt. "Are you going stare at me all night, or buy me a drink?" She said in a low sultry whisper. "Umm uh s-sure." He motioned for the bar tender, who retured with another beer. She took a sip from her glass, while Brad had to remind himself not to stare at certain rounded parts of her anatomy. She put her glass down. "Are you waiting for some one?" She questioned. "Uh um er no." He managed. "Good." She purred, "Care to jion me in the back room?"