Adult Blogger: TITTIE FUCKERS your evening, Mrs. Morgan." As he began to walk back towards Steve, he turned. "Hey, when they get here, why don't you introduce me? Maybe they know my mom, too." Dan smirked and walked away. He knew there were no girlfriends; Mrs. Morgan had to be squirming now. "Sorry about that, Steve. A friend's mom I haven't seen in a while."
Dan watched as Mrs. Morgan made her way back to the bar. Unfortunately for her, Trader Boy had found another mark. She grabbed her drink and took a long pull from it. He expected her to leave then, to find a new hunting ground, but she didn't. She resumed her pose against the bar, but faced away from Dan. 'Does she think that if she can't see me, I can't see her? Wouldn't surprise me, she's so self-centered.'
Dan pulled out his cell phone and dialed Steve, again getting his voicemail. "Hey, it's me again. Cancel those last plans. I've gotta run home for a few minutes after this. Why don't we meet at North Side in Bucktown around 9:00 or so? Call me and let me know. Call Jeff, too." The last thing Dan wanted was for Steve to walk in here and see his mom playing the role of cougar. He hung up his phone and he and Scott resumed their conversation. As 8:00 approached, Steve paid the tab and got up to leave. Dan did, too, taking a last glance towards Mrs. Morgan. She saw him in a mirror behind the bar, and turned to look at him, and then again beckoned him with a long, manicured finger.
