To love Again

ghts, I would visit the bar and drink them away. However, I usually controlled how I drank and

I greeted my favorite bartender, Miles,

handle alcohol like other men, as you have constantly reminded me, b

he beer into my glas

th their alcohol tolerance. I might have a big size, but I might not have the same alcohol s

d at that moment, he had finished drinking th

stured to and, when he saw

g and having a very high alcohol tolerance. I have never seen him get so drunk as not to be able to walk out of

huc

king at eight years old,

ull red lips, a tiny waist, and breasts that looked like they w

sed glass, which she had probably just take

't know you'd be comi

ned her

now I'd be

the tray on the bar co

I could have worn something more appr

took another s

. I loved how curvy she was and how good she was in bed. Her bed

e and looked at me. Then she drew cl

e today if you

led a

nt to drink tod

rdered more beer, and she had to leave. She winked at

nd not because I made her scream whenever I was

would never mean anything more

ad thrown her bag of chips over my

I deserved s

humor than most girls. And even though she had feelings for me, she had never explicitly stated that. She had only made subtle hints

y. I drank only enough to make me slightly tipsy. I was swirling

me vast, bald guy with numerous tattoos. They were shou

. Sir Dickson yelped in pain while the other drinkers laughed at him. Sir Dickson quick

and smacked him down on the floor. The customer chee

p the fight but were too afra

heard Lesley scream and when I looked back and saw Sir Dickson's bloodied face and ripped clothes, with the tattooed man holding a knife to

y stood up and w

him

ooked at me like h

oy, before I make a mess of y

son when he felt himself being swung around by a strong hand before receiving a pun

hey were all surprised the impact of this vast yet rich-looking man could make the f

ut not without Sir Dickson comi

as vigorously as possible

much! Thank

ne was looking at me, and I

o my car when I saw a red car park beside me. It looked like the la

calves and blue jeans. She also had brown and wavy hair. She look

man I had been thinking about often these days, whom I loved with all my heart and who I missed, w