A Sentry 2

"And what if I feel like peeing? Should I go to the bathroom now?" I re-read his instructions. After my clumsy message, he had ordered me to describe myself.

"No indecisive people or kids. Don't make me waste time. Read my profile and think it over well. If you're not 100% sure, don't bother me if you don't want to look for trouble"

Of course, straightforward... threatening? I re-read his profile. His syntax, in an old telegram style, denotes clarity, confidence. It reinforces the idea that you don't mess with him.

"I'm not usually served by just anyone, warning. I want submissive bitches who are convinced" he had added.

Less three, less two, less one minute. Now it's just seconds.

I pee. Not even the risk that he won't find me waiting where he told me to, stops me from going to the bathroom.

18:03

I return. The waiter points to my mobile phone. In my haste, I left it on the bar. "If it disappears, I'm not responsible, okay?" A bit dry. He doesn't even look at me. "Thanks" I thank him despite his arrogance. Although I wouldn't mind...

It's hot. On TV, bulls. I don't like the place.

18:05

And the door opens.

An elderly man enters with a younger guy. They order and sit down. The old man with a cane has an innate elegance despite the slowness of his steps. His blue eyes... "A real gentleman. In his youth, he must have been a ladies' man. He's still handsome. And the son would love to..."