A blogger bard 40 sec story

Some would call him fickle. After all, he just couldn’t resist the right type of woman.
It was the sparkle he looked for – that sign that this woman was just right.

He sat in the bar – his latest hunting ground – when he spied her. Okay, she was a little older than him, a touch wrinkled, but that appeal shone out from her.
Soon he introduced himself, and small talk over, it was time for business. And in no time at all they were in the hotel suite.
She laid, naked, in bed; waited for him to return with the condom – and waited – and waited …
Eventually she called the police.
It was when she checked her jewellery that she noticed her sparkle was gone.

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