She'd taken herself off to the most dignified sports bar she knew of. If nothing else happened at least she was going to enjoy her favorite baseball team in something other than solitude. She had her mother's figure and there wasn't much she could do about it. Even her daily exercise couldn't quite do anything about her full breasts, wide hips and what she preferred to call 'lush' thighs. She'd almost chickened when she gave herself one last mirror check. All the gods and goddesses willing, before her courage ran out, tonight she 'd find a man who could help her live our her secret fantasies.Īnd so, like some obsessed sports fan-well, wasn't that what she was?-she'd dug out her Cubs t-shirt and cap and slapped on the makeup-soft tonight, for a change. There was something to be said for letting go. Today, when nothing had allowed her breathing room from the iron control she always fought to keep in place, she'd realized how empty she'd deliberately made her life. Of putting herself in the position where that sex life only left her with groping middle-aged men who popped Viagra like candy. Of telling herself she was satisfied with her pitiful excuse for a sex life. Her life needed some shaking up.Īt forty two she was finally tired of living in the past and having no future. She might not even be here tonight except the Cubs were in first place in all of major league baseball and sitting home alone trying to celebrate sucked. She didn't go to bars alone unless she was meeting someone on business. Kari Loftin settled the Chicago Cubs cap on her sleek brown hair and walked into the sports bar of the hotel as if she came here every day.

Emerald Green by Desiree Holt