"Friday Happy Hour turns into much more"
I arrived at Smitty’s right after work. I walked in and looked around. It was a basic dive bar with décor of neon beer signs, old concert posters, booze ads, and a lot of Giants and 49ers stuff on the...
I move along to the back booth. Fat Tony, as usual. He's slouched back, eyes squeezed shut, mind in a place I never want to visit."Another round?"A hand pokes up from under the table, two fingers raised."Whiskey sour, double, his...
How dangerous could this be? Allie wanted some excitement in her life. At thirty-six and divorced, she was tired of staying home or suffering through endless first (and last) dates. Throwing caution to the wind, she had decided to push...
