But he couldn't quite put his finger on it. And John knew this from the very moment that their eyes had first locked together. She had walked into Fred's bar earlier that same evening, and had sat down on the bar stool at the bar, right beside John. There was really nothing spectacular about the way that this 27-year-old lady looked, or dressed. She was wearing a loose-fitting beige sweater, faded blue jeans and some dark-brown cowboy boots, with her jeans tucked neatly inside them. Her shoulder-length, brunette hair was perfectly-parted right down the middle to form thick ponytails that were hanging down on each side of her head. Her twin ponytails were way too long and thick to be called pigtails, even though that's what they technically were. And mature she had each ponytail tied up with a narrow piece of royal blue ribbon, done up in almost-identical bows hanging over the top of each ear. She had a rather plain-looking unremarkable face, accented with only the minutest touch of makeup, which did help to make her face look a little bit more attractive than it really was. And she had a slender, boyish-looking body that no guy in his right mind would ever describe as being "built like a brick shit-house." But then John wasn't exactly a "Mel Gibson" either. He was already at least 35 pounds overweight, with most of that excess fat being deposited around his stomach and waist, in the classic "tire-tube pattern" that middle-aged wives are all amateur too blowjob familiar with. He had thick brown hair, which was about the only thing that he had in common with the lady just described in the previous paragraphs. And John was already going prematurely bald. But he had enough hair covering the rest of his body to more than make up for the noticeable lack-of-hair on the very top of his head. He wore brown horn-rimmed glasses, was a high-end computer analyst by profession, and most of the women who knew him considered him to be a nerdy type of guy. Definitely not the type of guy that a woman would normally get the hots for. But since John had money, and all of the exorbitant trappings to go along with it, he also had been blessed with the good fortune of being able to bed almost all of the women that he had ever actively tried to pick up. There are a lot of gold-diggers in this world, and John knew it. And he also didn't give a damn. Because the only thing he ever really wanted from any of those women that he picked up, was the use of their female genitals for a night or two. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to let them know that fact in advance. Instead, John would always wait until he had first gotten what he had wanted, before he would finally "spill the beans," and let the woman know that she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of establishing any kind of on-going relationship with him, or with his money. But tonight, John wasn't feeling particularly horny. And so Brunette he wasn't trying to pick up any women, indian although there were a few of them sitting at various locations throughout the small tavern. Instead, John was lost in his own thoughts and staring into the mirror behind the bar, when the sweater-and-boot-clad, girlish-looking woman approached him. The moment that she sat down beside him, she enthusiastically announced, "Hi, my name's Lisa Chadwick. 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