But if you need my love My clothes are off, I'm comin' over to your place And if you don't need (if you don't need) my love I didn't want your little bitch-ass anyway Yeah, I'm a busy woman I wouldn't let you come into my calendar any night But if you want my kisses I'll be your perfect Mrs. 'til the day that one of us dies Kenzie is the bartender at the local bar that Robby frequents after his shifts. He had taken a liking to the bartender she is sassy, charismatic, funny, smart, can't forget drop dead fucking gorgeous. Robby found himself going there after work more and more. She had noticed it too but brushed it off she's a busy woman she doesn't need a man like him weighing her down. He had started to flirt with her. He had secretly developed a huge crush on the younger woman. He was trying to get the balls to ask her out but she seemed like the type that would tell him no and to kick rocks. It was pretty much just the two of them in the bar it was a Monday so. She was scrubbing the bar top he watched her body move. This was it it was never this dead in there. He took a deep breath. Robby: Hey sweetheart can I ask you something? he asked nonchalantly as he played with his beer bottle. He felt sweat on the back of his neck why was he so nervous for fucks sake he was 52 not 15