A week without her

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    Part One:

     

    Last Friday week, in the early afternoon, I was standing chatting to the Trans girls in the bar of our Hotel, when I noticed a young and extremely well dressed, attractive young woman looking at me across the crowd. Every time I looked in her direction shw was looking at me with a lovely smile on her pretty face.

    After a while, she came across and started an animated conversation. It was her very first time with the group, having obtained a cancellation, at the last minute. We swapped details, and it became quite clear that her intentions this weekend were to meet someone nice. If I had been of the same inclination, I would have had no hesitation in accepting her advances. She must have realised that I was not going down her route, and eventually wandered off.

    Did I make a mistake? Well, we will never know.

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