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Job had been down on his luck when he meant Pandora. Pandora had been out fighting social injustice till she was sick of everyone and everything. The bar was empty dark and cool. The outside deck still had several office workers lingering over a late lunch and early cocktails. Job swiveled on his barstool to get a better look at the middle-aged women standing in the door. Pandora paused in the entrance to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. Through the dim light she saw a man sitting by himself at the bar. She pulled at the hem of her skirt and walked directly toward him taking the barstool next to his. With the curtains drawn the hotel room was as dark as a tomb. Even after several hours their eyes saw only their inner thoughts. Pandora rolled over, cupped her left breast with one hand and guided Job’s mouth to her nipple, she heard him softly moan and felt his tears roll down her side. |