![]() It had been happening all day and each time seemed to get worse. A wave of nausea rolled over her and she closed her eyes, willing her stomach to settle. ![]() Picking up the ashtray from the table, she emptied it into another one on her tray, the odor of stale cigarettes assailing her nose. ![]() Friday and Saturday nights at Delly’s were always loud and crowded since it was the only tavern within a hundred-mile radius that sported a dance floor with live music. She handed the bottles of beer around, putting one in front of the only empty chair at the table. Having them pretend she didn’t exist was preferable to fighting them off. The three men at the table barely looked up as she served them, which was fine with her. She’d had sex one time in her life and this was what happened.Ībby dodged yet another groping hand and made her way to table four, a tray loaded with drinks balanced on her hip. ![]() The word rang in her head as sweat popped out on her face. ![]()
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