Word count 100

                                             

I’d seen her at the bar at least twenty times before.  This time I told her “There are better drinks at my place.  Please join me.”

She followed me to my apartment.  After a round, she walked into my bedroom.  When I followed her, I saw one of the few women who looked better naked than dressed.  She told me what she wanted; I did my best to deliver, and enjoyed every minute of it.

The next day I went back to the bar.  Everyone there claimed that no one like her had ever been there.  I doubt my sanity.

Appears in Detritus, A Story in 100 Words, and Short Tales. Started doing drabbles after my first in Detritus.