Teri and the Old Man
Her perfume let me know she was there before she pulled up a stool at the bar. It was one of those cheap, sickly-sweet brands that seems to hang in the air like a fog. I turned to glance at her. Nice rack. Yeah, not the first thing you’re supposed to notice about a woman, but she made it hard not to, with that loose blouse that left most of it hanging out there. No bra, either. Once I got past the obvious, I had a look at the rest of her. Mid-twenties by the look of her, although the older I get the harder it is for me to judge ages. Nice face, oval-shaped, pretty, with maybe a little too much makeup. Brown eyes framed by heavy eyeliner, with eyeshadow that almost matched her …