Large Lad’s Jealousy and The Bartender’s Next Scandal
Large Lad’s Jealousy and The Bartender’s Next Scandal Large Lad sat on his usual wobbly bar stool the next evening, nursing a double rum and coke, his massive belly pressing against the sticky bar counter. His sunburned face was sourer than the limes floating in his glass. Across from him, Ingrid sat perched on the bartender’s lap, giggling like a teenager in love. She wore a thin white sundress that clung to her curves, golden hair tumbling down her back, eyes sparkling with youthful lust. Large Lad snorted. “What’s she even see in him? He’s old enough to have built the pyramids.” The bartender heard, of course. He always did. He tilted his head back and roared with laughter, his chest rumbling beneath Ingrid’s hands as she clung to him shyly. He patted her thigh possessively before turning to Large Lad. “She sees what real women see, Large Lad. Experience. Strength. A man who knows what he’s doing.” Ingrid blushed furiously but didn’t deny it. She leaned in to kiss his neck, he...