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When I returned to our seats in the smoking room and handed her her first drink, I found that Lee had made friends with almost everyone in the room, including a young guy named Tony. This pleased me because I often have trouble ‘ice-breaking’. I was introduced around and took the first swallow of my coke. About three minutes later, Lee held her empty WR glass out and asked me, ‘Refill?’ ‘Sure,’ I said and back to the bar I went for another WR. Returning to the smoking room about eight minutes later with Lee’s second drink, I found that Tony, whom she had just met, had seated her on his lap and was feeling her up. OK! I made the rule so I’ll stay cool with it. This could work out to be an interesting night. Tony had get up to go pee, so Lee took his chair while she and I continued to socialize with the rest of the smoking crowd. ”Nother refill?’ she asked. Off again I went to the bar and back again about eight minutes later with her third WR. I found Lee leaning back in her chair.

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