said Stag and he leaned in towards her. Either he leaned, or he stumbled, she wasn’t sure. “What would you like to drink? Let me treat you to a cock . . . a cocktail of my choice.” Polly’s stomach gave a huge leap when he said ‘cock’. She was astounded and hoped the expression on her face before he said ‘cocktail’ hadn’t told him so. “Oh . . . okay,” she muttered and waited until the barman served up two concoctions that looked way too bright in colour for human consumption. “I’ll race you to the bottom,” he whispered into her ear. “One – two – three!” “Go!” she said and to her surprise she was laughing at the challenge. This was fun. “Wow, that was fast!” said Stag. “Best out of three?” “You’re on,” said Polly, leaning up against the bar. A group of younger girls were assembling nearby but this hot young stud had eyes and ears only for her and it made her feel so good inside.
