And you are…?" After taking a moment to gain some semblance of composure, and sensing that he was cool, I replied, “My friends call me Lisa.” �...Well, Lisa, why not stop over, I wasn’t sleepy tonight and I’d love the company. I have some vodka and can mix us up some screwdrivers.” Well, I didn’t think twice, especially because I have a fetish for entertaining senior citizens, and he looked cute. “That would be nice, um, Tom, you said your name is? Let me just run inside and change." “And hide. We started to drag from light to light until we arrived at the hotel. When we walked in all my fears were confirmed. The bar was dark, and the band was hopping. The patrons, however, looked like a gathering of my mom's friends from church. This was going to be less than interesting.We pulled up a couple of stools at the bar and ordered. Joe got a beer. I ordered a screwdriver. I always drank vodka because I thought it gave me a clearer buzz and a lighter hangover. Joe bantered with the. I wheeled around and saw a Guardian holding onto a guy’s arm.“What? You ok, Denise?” I asked, holding her shoulders.“Yeah, I guess. That guy tried to push up my top,” she said with a shiver.The Guardian, his face twisted in an angry expression, was talking to him, but I stepped toward them and grabbed the guy’s upper arm.“Listen, buddy, I didn’t hear you ask permission. You’re lucky Zach here got to you before I did. If you do that again, you know it’s gonna be treated like a sexual assault,. She then neared her lips to my ear and whispered sweetly “If you’re ever lonely..”She then turned away from me and headed towards the door, she opened it and as she walked back into the club finally got to see her again, she was as beautiful as I first had seen her, and before she was out of my sight she turned back to meet my eyes and simply smiled, didn’t wink, didn’t pucker her lips, just smiled a sweet little grin. It took me a couple of minutes to get out of the room; I had to recover from.