The first thing Bonnie did when entering the bar was to change into a shorter skirt and remove her bra in the ladies' room. She completed her transformation by letting down her
hair and applying more lipstick to emphasize her mouth.
After she put her more modest skirt and her bra in the trunk, when she was returning to take her seat alone at the bar, she felt the men's eyes on her. So many men's eyes, caressing her and undressing her, stripping her naked. Almost immediately the bartender placed a drink in front of her. "From that gentleman over there," he told her.
She took a sip, looked at the man and smiled. For a brief moment she thought about her husband at
home with the kids, about the argument they'd had about her going out.
Cock bait is what he'd called her, even before she'd left
home. "If he thought I was
cock bait then," she thought defiantly, "he should see me now."
The handsome young man who had bought her the drink was already moving around the bar, in her direction. Yes he had eyes like that, he was looking at her with bold probing eyes
like the others. She gave a shiver of anticipation, allowing herself to imagine where the night might lead, how it might
end. She knew she'd be drunk by then; she knew how she got when she was drunk. "I'm
cock bait," she thought. "Yes."
