<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Jerry Dawson</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/52369226-3528-4ca1-91bb-aab87f83ff6d_zpsf1eea54c.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jerry believed that she blocked him. But ok, who knows what her background was, maybe Social Services to her had some bitter taste too. It didn't matter to him, she was just some nice company, not his case. When she asked about another drink or getting drowned in her eyes, he chuckled.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, let's make a compromise there. I take a drink and your attention. Give me another one and keep the money, you need it probably."</span><br/><br/>He pushed another ten dollars over the counter and watched her moving behind the bar. She had some really gorgeous body, he had to admit that. Tall, slender and curvy. The uniform she had to wear just make it look even more perfect. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I guess most of the guys here hit on you, right? You are really a beauty, far better looking that the girls working here. You must get a lot of tips, but... does anyone in a nightclub ask you out actually? Or is that a no-go here? I guess it may look weird to a girl if a customer in a brothel makes puppy eyes and tells a girl that she is the only one he ever dreamed of. Must be as suiting as a proposal on a funeral."</span><br/><br/>Jerry really wondered how it must be to work in a place like that. You got a really bad picture of men, especially married and engaged men and normally it should destroy all your belief in the vows of marriage. It must be a little like working in CPS, seeing all those young mothers unable to raise their kids in a decent way and still believing that with a little change in the system it could all work out.</div>