So there she was, drinking a margarita and talking with the fling, or was it mistake?  It was hard to tell, especially since here she was. Mark was a good looking guy though, and him being interested in her gave her a little thrill.  Trisha couldn't help but laugh at the remark about her number though, like why would she have given it?  The entire episode - or was it fiasco - it was just an impulsive one time thing. But sitting there, with the other man, she kinda got the feeling it wasn't.<br/><br/>"How about some shots?" she asked, would help with the nervousness, and besides, it seemed he was paying. Trisha had already realized that she needed to use cash when she went out, after waiting with a bit of terror in her belly when her husband opened the card statement. Why was she going to bars she was sure he would ask. But either he didn't say anything or he kept it to himself. Regardless she had started squirreling away twenty here and ten there, getting cash back when she did things like grocery shopping.  It put her on a limit when she went out of course, but big smile and a bit of cleavage seemed to help convince random guys to buy her a drink. Like right now.<br/><br/>"I don't think it's a good idea to give you my number," she said more soberly than she felt after they downed some Cuervo. She didn't want to get into all the reasons why, but her mind had the worst case scenario of a stalker like man she had actually been with, calling at the worst times or even like blackmailing her or something. Trisha definitely wanted things to be drama free if they kept going. Sitting on the stool in a pair of too-short shorts, bare legs crossed, she didn't say more about it, just smiled. After a moment of silence though she felt like she should say more, "Besides, why exchange numbers when you're so easy to find?"  Grinning she even threw Mark a little wink, and took another big gulp of her drink.<br/><br/>Of course she had noticed him looking at her tits, she had dressed that way, a sleeveless top, molded to her midsection. Standing it showed a bit too much round belly, but sitting it was all top heavy womanliness. One of the things she liked about this guy was that he didn't seem to be ashamed of looking, the he saw her as a sexual object. Chris had kinda stopped doing that, she could be totally nude and he barely glanced at all, but this guy was darn near salivating, stealing more and more looks, lingering longer. Deliberately she grabbed the sides of her top and adjusted it, making her breasts jiggle underneath the striped material, and her own glance down showed that no bra meant headlights on. Licking her lips she finished off the first margarita, and waved at the waitress for another. "Oh gosh," she said with a hint of soft humor, "Maybe I better slow down, I'd hate for someone to take advantage of me."