alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately. She
seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers. As
he did, she gently caressed his full beard. "Are you the manager?"
she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands. "Actually, no," he
replied. "Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she said,
running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair. "I'm afraid I
can't," breathed the bartender. "Is there anything I can do?" "Yes. I
need for you to give him a message," she continued, running her
forefinger across the bartender's lips and slyly popping a couple of
her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. "What
should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say. "Tell him," she
whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in
the ladies room!"
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