She hooted, shifted, then bent over the table again.
Max swore he could hear the reply of silent “hoots” from all the men there. Actually, he thought he heard some sighs and groans from along the crowded bar as the little red skirt eased its way up her thighs. Higher, higher…
For Christ sakes! He hoped she was at least wearing underwear!
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