Curtain Twitching
He saw her at the bar; nude high heels, long luscious legs, short skirt and a blouse that revealed her midriff every time she raised her glass to her lips. Her breasts pushing out the flimsy fabric of her top caused his heart to flutter. She turned her head, her dazzling, emerald green eyes looked towards him and he looked away reflexively. Cursing his shyness, he looked back, but her attention had returned to her friends and her high, musical laugh carried across the hubbub like morning bird song. “Seen something you like there Paul?” Gerry, Paul’s workmate, slapped him on the back as the others laughed. Paul laughed nervously. At 35, he had been in a few relationships, none of them serious, with the last one failing miserably and robbing him of his confidence. …