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Familiarity grew comfortable and gave way to conversation as we observed the ebb and flow of tavern life. One Friday night the stars governing our relationship aligned like the bars on a slot machine. One of these stud-muffins is going home with me," she chuckled with a little shiver and scanned the bar for targets of opportunity. What a curious blend of emotions for a virtual stranger. Most of the men in the tavern looked like drop-outs from Blubber Buddies or some such weight watching group. "Compliments of the house," Our curious barkeep did a visual inventory of his own as he set a beautifully mixed and handcrafted White Russian in front of Darlene.Heads turned as Darlene strutted into the tavern in a blur of legs, cleavage, and the predatory smile of a fox. Her mini-dress must have been a belt in a previous life, and her tissue thin blouse was unbuttoned down to her navel. "That's a nice outfit you are almost wearing," I did a double take when she hopped up on the barstool next to mine. " I nodded as I filed that image into my long-term memory vault. She took a small sip and savored it like a gourmet, "Perfect! Darlene hopped down from her seat, and like Alexander the Great, set out to conquer the known world. She was the Alpha-Fox loose in the hen house, radiating sexual availability like a neon sign in the night.
Chapter 1 I stuffed my last cardboard box of personal belongings into the cargo hold of my girlfriend's Toyota Rav4, jumped into the passenger seat, and waited while she fussed over a map with directions to our new home. She flipped her shoulder length hair out of her eyes for the umpteenth time and squinted to read the tiny print. " She put the Rav into drive, and we started on our way. Darlene was a smart, feisty little brown-haired woman, just under five feet five inches tall, with small breasts, shoulder length hair, and a freckled baby face. We met at a local tavern where we developed an unlikely May-December relationship.Secrets of Liberty Mountain Copyright 2017 by Nathan Wolf Author's Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner."Honey, they don't have an address, and they're not on a road," Darlene moved to the living room sofa, and I followed. I had visited many communes in my younger days, and everyone had a personality ranging from boring to batshit crazy. "Fifty miles give or take," she leaned into me as she sat next to me. We were friends back in college." "What kind of friends?
" if they had been living off the grid for 15-years this group had something going for it "You know, friends who help friends.Mapmakers tended to hide the most critical information in the smallest print known to man. Darlene and I moved in together to save money when my landlord evicted me from my apartment for nonpayment of rent. She played the part of May at the youthful age of 35 years.