Chapter Seventeen
FOR A MONDAY night, Sand Dune was busier than Karla expected it to be, people doing their best to drown their Monday blues or looking for that pick up that would put a little spark into their weekday. There was no band or DJ tonight, Paul choosing to play music through the stereo system, instead. The lights were still dim as people huddled around tables, nursing their drinks as they shared their weekend exploits with their friends. Paul flirted with her all night long, playing grab a*s as she maneuvered around him behind the bar. She would just smile and push her a*s into his hand as she dared him to do more in front of the customers. Of course, they didn’t care. They watched and cheered him on to greater displays of s****l harassment in the workplace with the new girl.
