you were a classy women. Rich. Fancy and very gently lady, you were sitting at a nice bar, sipping a martini when a man with shoulder cut blonde hair then smoothly slipped into the chair next to yours.

“Can I help you?…”

you said staring at the man.

“How would you like to be a groupie?…”

the man asked boldly with a low smirk staring into your eyes