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Pleasure Zone: Vivid Sex Tales
(Darren G. Burton)

Greeted With Open Legs





"Sasha. I like that name." Tim's hand went to his chin as he pondered it. "Sounds feminine and kinda sexy at the same time."

"She's a nice girl. You'll like her," Brad said, sounding genuine.

Tim eyed his friend with suspicion. "Have you actually met her?"

Hesitation from Brad. Eventually he shook his head.

Tim sighed. "So you don't really even know what she looks like." Another sigh. "Or anything else about her."

Brad shrugged now. "Kelly assures me she's attractive and really pleasant to be around."

For the third time Tim sighed. "We both know that when a girl says another girl is attractive, it doesn't necessarily mean us guys will think the same of her."

Brad grinned. "Don't be so shallow."

"Says he who dates a woman who looks like a Playboy centerfold."

"Well," said Brad. "I do have great taste." He made a gesture of polishing his fingernails against his shirt.

The pair were at the driving range, whacking a few golf balls after work to relieve the tension of the day. They both worked for an insurance company and today the phones had been running hot due to a current promotion. Brad lined up a ball as the sun set in the distance. Floodlights cut through the gloom, so bright it was like daylight. He raised his club and swung so hard that he missed the ball entirely. The ball trickled off the tee from the turbulence of the club whooshing past it and rolled between Brad's shoes.

"Nice shot," Tim said with a smirk. "Remind me never to get golf lessons off you." He watched as Brad lined up the shot again and struck it sweetly. The ball sailed several hundred yards out over the grass before finally coming back down to earth. Tim nodded. "That was better."

He took a shot of his own and, even though he hit it sweetly, it didn't quite make the distance of Brad's last shot. He dropped his club on the ground and folded his arms.

"I don't know about this," he said. "I've never been a fan of blind dates."

Brad had been lining up his next stroke, but now he stopped and turned to Tim. "You're putting too much pressure on it. What's the harm in meeting her? You haven't been on a date since getting divorced. And how long's that been now?"

"Just over a year."

"See. It's been a while. It'll do you good. If you two don't end up hitting it off, no harm done. Just enjoy a meal and some light conversation. Worst case scenario you have a nice dinner and a chat, maybe make a new friend. Best case scenario you really hit if off. You've really got nothing to lose when you look at it that way."

Tim was still reticent. "I guess not," he replied without much conviction. He thought about it while Brad hit another couple of balls down the fairway. What would be the harm in just meeting the girl? Unless this Sasha was a serial killer, the date wouldn't prove fatal. His friend was right. He might even surprise himself and quite like her. "Okay," he said. "I'll meet her."