Mourning
By Intenseman



Disclaimer:  The following material may not be suitable for children under 
18.

I was sitting in the bar to drowned my misery.  My wife of 10 years had just 
died of breast cancer.  I was about to order my second beer when I heard a 
voice.

"Mind if I sit here?" The mystery voice asked.

"Not at all" I responded.  Not even looking up from my beer.

"You look depressed?"  Came the voice again.  The voice was very deep and 
low and I just assumed it was a man's was speaking to me.

"Yes.  My wife of ten years recently died of breast cancer." I said.

"I am so sorry," the voice said.

Then I felt the person I was speaking to rub my back.  Feeling 
uncomfortable, I finally looked over at the person next to me.  What I had 
thought was a man was actually a very attractive woman.  At least her face 
was attractive.  She had on a baggy sweat shirt but it did look like she was 
really stacked.  Since she was seated I couldn't tell how tall she was.  She 
also had on very baggy pants as well.  But what a beautiful face. She had 
very red hair and nice high cheek bones.  Her eyes were very blue and 
compassionate.  I could tell she really felt bad for me.

"I am sorry.  You voice fooled me.  I thought you a man," I said.

"I hate my voice," she said sadly.

"Why?  Its really kind of nice. . .kind of soothing," I said.

She gave me very nice smile.  She held out her hand and said, "Thanks.  My 
name is Dawn.  What is your name?"

"My name is Lou, nice to meet you Dawn."  I said.

Her hand shake also took me by surpised.  It felt like my hand was caught in 
a vice.  I squeezed her hand and she squeezed back and I winced in pain.  
She didn't even seem to notice she had hurt me.
I know this seems calous, but all of a sudden my senses came alive.  Here I 
was in a bar talking to a woman I hardly even knew but suddenly I was 
interested in knowing more about this mystery woman.  You see, every since I 
was a young boy, I had dreamed about meeting a very strong woman.  When 
woman's bodybuilding started to become popular, I would fantasize about 
meeting a woman's bodybuilder.  But I met my wife shortly after college and 
although we were very happily married, she wasn't my fantasy woman.  Our 
marriage had been wonderful though and I hadn't really thought about these 
feelings in a long time.  I had been so happy with my wife.  But here I sat 
at 34 years old, alone in a bar, a widower.

"Lou. . .do you come here often?"  Dawn asked.

"Actually, I have never been in her.  I just was walking and saw this place. 
  I was really depressed and thought I would get a beer.  I very rarely 
drink but I am just so very depressed.  I am sorry for the speech.  I am 
probably not very good company."  I said.

"I understand Lou.  It must very hard to lose someone you love," she said.

"What about you?  Do you come here ofen?" I asked.

"Actually, yes I do.  But I too am a little depressed.  I just broke up with 
my boyfriend.  I had been dating him for a few years." she said.

"I am sorry.  Maybe we can cheer each other up.  Mind if I ask you a 
question?  I asked.

"Not at all," she said.

"Why did you break up?' I asked.

"Well. . .its kind of a long story.  And alittle embarrassing as well," she 
said.

"That's ok if you don't want to tell me.  I understand,"  I said.

"It's not that I don't want to. . .it's just that you are cute and I don't 
want to scare you away," she said.

"Scare me away?  How could someone with such beautiful eyes scare anyone 
away?" I said.

"Oh. . .and a sweet talker as well,"  She said.

"But really, what do you mean, scare me away," I asked.

"Well. . .that's what happened with my ex-boyfriend and me.  He couldn't 
handle me," she said.

"Now you really have me curious. . .what do you mean couldn't handle you? I 
said.

I really was curious.  What could she be talking about?

"OK. . .I will tell you my story. . . only if you promise you will take me 
to dinner tomorrow night?"  she said.

"Sounds fair to me. . .you are not a murder on anything like that are you?"  
I asked.

"No. . No. . silly.  But I can be intimidating. . .to alot of men," she 
said.

"Intimidating?  Please tell me what you are talking about"  I smiled and 
said.

"Well. . .you seem sweet Lou. . .my ex-boyfriend didn't like my hobbies, or 
the job I had chosen," she said.

"What are you hobbies. . .and what is your job?" I asked.

"Well. . .you will find out sooner or later. . .might as well find out now.  
I am a bouncer in a bar . . .a very high paid bouncer," she said.

"A bouncer?  You don't look like a bouncer. . ." I said.

"Sweety. . .I know you are talking about my face. . .but you haven't really 
seen anything else of mine did you?"  she said.

"To be honest. . .I guess I have only seen your face.  But I have never seen 
a woman bouncer and even if I had I would never expect one to look like you. 
. you are beautiful."  I said.

"You are so sweet.  Stand up Lou," she said.

I stood up.  She took my hand in hers and began to stand up. . .and up and 
up. . .I am 5'11" and she must have been 6'2" and she had on construction 
boots which added another couple of inches.  I also noticed for the first 
time how broad she looked.  She did indeed have very large breasts that seem 
to stand straight out from her chest.  But she still looked very curvy and 
sexy.  I believe I was standing in front of a woman I had always dreamed 
about.  We both sat back down.

"I have to admit that you are very tall. . .but what does the rest of you 
look like?

To be continued

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