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Out lerched a drunkard, stumbling and tripping over his own feet as he staggers down the sidewalk. I just shake my head, and step into the bar. The scent of cheap perfume, cologne, cigar and cigarette heavily hung in the air. I tip the brim of the fedora as the waitress smiled my way. She is one well put together dame. Taking up my usual residence at the counter, a cup of coffee was already placed there. I toss a deck of coffin nails onto the counter and remove the hat, placing it to the side. A couple down and out gents who have seen more than their share of the darker side of life huddle over their soup.

"Thank you," I smile before lighting up a cigarette. The coffee bitter and heavy tasting as I take a drink.

"How are ya?" She came around the counter and sat next to me and stole a smoke from the deck. Her thick curls cascaded over smooth tanned shoulders and her eyes stared into mine.

"Doing good," I lit her cigarette, the flame licking the tobacco. "How are you doing?"

"Doing good." She leaned into me, her slender fingers caressed my neck for a moment. Her breath warm against my neck as she whispered, "Hang out until I get off work will you?" She then kissed me softly. I could only smile and stare into those deep blue eyes of hers.

"I have no plans tonight," I watched her through the thick haze of smoke as she moved back around the counter. She smiled back.

"Good, because I am not tired at all." She picked up the carafe of coffee before filling thirsty cups. I just sat there, chuckling and shaking my head.

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Ever since my early days, I have always loved reading. One of the most treasured (and unfortunately lost) jewels of my childhood days was a large binder with reading rewards. Not only had I grown to become an avid reader (which I am lacking now in my later years and doing my best to pick back up on), I had developed a knack for writing. The earliest recollection of when I started discovering the joy of writing was the age before Email, Instant Messaging and such of our now digital age. I used to love writing letters to my grandparents, family. In fact, one of the things (a little known weird fact about this classic gentleman) was that while in high school, I had guys ask me to write "romantic letters" to their girlfriends. I found this rather entertaining because these were the guys and girls (yes, I was heavily picked on all through my school years as being a nerd, dork, dweeb, spaz, or whatever the name calling specifics were) would pick on me. The girls would read the letters I wrote to them at the bequest of their boyfriends. It was always Reading and writing reports that were easy for me to accomplish. Now, when it came to math or chemistry...good luck. History was another favorite subject of mine. Even though I had to pass freshman English in my senior year, I was always constantly writing something.

On a more personal note, my life never was a ray of sunshine. There were alot of challenges and obstacles (whether by my own demise and reasons of stupid insanity or of others personal choices that have affected my life in on faucet or another). When I thought the dust would settle, another explosive setback would present itself. Married and then divorced, poor choices and misdirections taken in my life. Burning bridges because I thought I knew more about what was going on than what others were saying to me. Honestly, I thought the world owed me. I walked in anger and bitterness for some time before someone came and slapped the blinders off me and woke me up. It took some years for some of the things to kick in and I am still changing some of my behavior and attitude toward life.

Also, I am a simple gentleman who has come to terms with his station in life and finally found that place where I have the stability, security and the happiness that I have always felt escaped me. Also, a hardworking gent, I have learned to enjoy the type of work I am doing, no matter how mundane it may seem. I can honestly say I have come along way.

I am also, an avid writer who has had some disappointment, but have not lost the dream. Seeking to get back to typing and creativity, I am looking forward to the life that I have now come to grasp. As an up and coming author, I am attempting to develop a new form of Hard boiled Detective mystery with Erotica as the backdrop. I enjoy all things sensual, intense, passionate, intimate and seductive while attempting to accomplish the goal of hooking the reader into the world of words where they transform into a very intense descriptive realm the reader can be lost in.

I do consider myself a gentleman in the classic sense, and have been called a devilish rogue with a golden tongue and silver pen.

Kiss Me Goodbye
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Okay, so I came across storymash.com and decided to try it out with this one chapter of a storyline I have thought about writing. Feel free to check it out and make your comments. Thank you. Timothy