Wednesday, August 26, 2015


A young woman nursed a drink at the bar of the Birmingham Hilton. She had glossy black hair that fell in soft waves to her shoulders and wore a short red jersey halterneck dress which clung to her curves. It was not the kind of dress with which you could wear a bra.

It was a warm, close evening. The air conditioning was turned up high and the swell of her nipples was plainly visible to the barman with whom she had been chatting. The bar had begun to fill up with conference attenders and she covertly appraised each one as they arrived. At length she made a decision. A man of around 45, greying but still with a full head of hair, in suit trousers and open-necked shirt and wearing a gold ring on the fourth finger of his left hand sat alone at a low table. She took her glass, crossed the bar and slid onto the sofa beside him. "Do you mind if I join you?"

His shrug was not particularly welcoming, but she was undeterred.

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"I'm Leda," she said. "Are you with the accountants?"

Wednesday, January 21, 2015