“Come on babe. Just one drink”
Myra eyed the mixed drink in front of her. It looked surprisingly good.
She had come to Atlanta to try new things, to prove to herself that she was more than the sweet innocent child every one knew her as.
“Come on. You’ll like it.” Glancing over at the unshaven stranger sitting next to her, she felt her stomach release the knots. She took the drink in her hand and gulped it down. It tasted even better than she had imagined.
“Good job, little girl. Let me show you another experience you’ll never forget.”