Angela was behaving like a fool but she couldn't stop herself. She had met Jerry at the snack bar over break at the office five weeks ago. He was the first man to come on to her in a long time. She had been embarrassed at first, because he was so outrageous in his attentions, almost lewd, but she couldn't get him off her mind since then. Nothing had happened really. He hadn't asked her out but she figured he would if he had a chance.

 

Since then she had taken to wearing short, snug skirts and lacy tights, sexy clothes to work. She dropped six pounds. Cheryl and Bonnie had noticed the change and teased her about it but they weren't sure exactly what was going on. Jerry worked in claims and she was in the underwriting pool so she only got to see him occasionally over break. They hadn't had an opportunity to talk again because she had gone there stupidly with the girls. He probably wouldn't approach her with them around. She decided that next week she would go alone.

 

The information she got from the files. Jerry was divorced, lived at 3955 N. Sawyer and drove a '89 blue Merkur. That wasn't in the file. That she discovered by watching him leave the lot last week. His plates read GOFORIT so, whenever she saw a blue Merkur now in the rear-view mirror or headed toward her, and there were lots of them on the road, she at least knew whether it was him or not. She felt like he was always nearby. She needed to run into him again soon.

 

Angela wanted someone in her life. Everybody else, it seemed, had relationships going on and life was boring unless there were a love interest. Knock off with the career stuff. Sure, it'd be OK, but once you're involved with a guy. His intense blue eyes had looked right into her, as if he'd known her his whole life.

 

Tonight she headed to the Peek-A-Boo Lounge near where he lived. She had followed him there once before. Parking her car a few rows down from his, this time she headed in. She didn't look around but headed straight for the bar, ordered a Tequila straight up with salt and lemon and chugged it down. It went right to her head and that helped. The bar was jammed and the show had begun. A tall, black woman in a see-through nightie sauntered down the stage out toward the audience. There were mostly men, only some women there. Angela felt aroused, watching her young body, erect dark nipples and soft puff of sex just barely hidden beneath the lime-green rayon. She felt the heat from the men around her. Their desire turned her on. Jerry stood across the stage from her. She caught his eye, waved and walked over. He smiled at her curiously and she saw he had no idea who she was. She told him over the noise she had seen him at the office and he seemed surprised, not quite sure what to do with her. She reminded him how they met. He looked away at the new model coming down the stage as he took a final swig of his beer. Yeah? Well, nice to see ya again, he said, as he moved back toward the bar to get another drink. Angela turned to the strippers and steadied her eyes like sights on their anonymous beauty for as long as she could.