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"To a liar, truth is stranger then fiction." -  Dafney Dewitt
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Coffee Break
by Dafney Dewitt


Fuller spotted her at Coffee People sipping a mocha. 

She was reasonably  attractive,  but  seemed disheveled. Strands of
hair had escaped from her ponytail, her blouse had a coffee  stain,
and bulged a little where it tucked into her skirt.  He sat next to
her.

She spoke first.

"Do you like my hair?"
"Aha!," said Fuller "You caught me looking."
"Well, do you like it?"
"It's nice enough."
"Nice enough for what?"
"It's  long.  I like long hair."
"Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yes, I do."

Fuller stated affirmatively nodding his  head.
"Why do you like it long?"
"It gives me something to grab."
"Oh, so you're  a  grabber, huh?"
"I like to touch," acknowledged Fuller.
"Let's see you touch my hair."

Fuller pointed a finger lightly stroking her hair.

"Would you be that gentle if we were alone?"
"Probably not," Fuller admitted.
"Would you grab my ponytail  in your fist and twist me to your desires?"

Fuller carefully stopped sipping his coffee for  fear  of  choking.
"Err  .  . . no, I wouldn't do anything like that."
"You'd force me to my knees."
"No I wouldn't."
"You'd make me."
"No."

She gave him a  smile.
"Men  are  such  liars."
"Not all men."
"My coffee's gone.  I've gotta go."
"Wait.  Give me your phone number," said Fuller.
"If I do, you'll never call."
"I'll call.  I promise."

She wrote down her phone number on a matchbook.
"Here, don't forget to call.  Ask for Mrs. Lyon."
"I'll call."

Fuller put the matchbook in his pocket.  He carried it  around  for
the next 2 months.  He carried it after all the matches were gone. 
He thought about calling, but married women were just too easy.

When  he  did  dial,  it  was  to keep his promise.  He would enjoy
turning her down.  Fuller asked for Mrs. Lyon.  The woman answering
the phone kept repeating "City Zoo, our  hours are from 10 to 6 pm,
Monday through Saturday."

Fuller  slammed  down  the  phone  and  blurted  out  a  string  of
obscenities.

"Slovenly bitch!  I'd grab your  hair,  force  my  cock  into  your
mouth,  fuck  your  ass until it burned, and spurt hot cum all over
your face."

Fuller smiled.  She had sized him up correctly within the first few
minutes of their meeting.  She  was tacky, but intelligent.  He had
put off phoning because he thought she would be too easy.  She lied
better then he did.

Fuller spent the next 6 months searching for her.

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Coffee Break