The Next Time We Met

“Hey, you’re one of the girls that danced at my brothers bachelor party, let me buy you a drink you sexy thing”, remarked Glen after he placed his eyes on a good looking brunette walking past him at the swanky hotel bar. Nothing wrong with a little flirtation he mused to himself. The independent Manchester escort service was one of the he booked as the best man. “I am, and that was a great party babe”, said Salena. “I’m Salena, what’s your name sweetheart?” After that Glen couldn’t take his eyes or his mind off this gorgeous woman. Two more rum and cokes and wine later he felt giddy, like a young man having his first crush. Naturally it would never turn out to be anything more than a few drinks and candlelit conversation, but Glen felt more like a man than he had for a long time.

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