This is a prequel to Miles.
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The bar was dark and smoky. Jazz music sliced through the plumes of smoke. Miles Williamson sat in the corner, nursing his bourbon. Miles was 22 years old, and in his senior year of college. He stood at 5'9" with shoulder length brown hair, and was in average physical shape. He had a long day at school and was trying to drown himself in his drink. He had been writing his senior thesis, when the computer he was working went on the fritz, and he lost everything. 6 months of work, down the drain. The disk he had saved everything to, was wiped out by the crash of the computer. Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, his roommate hurled all over his bed. So Miles sat in the corner of McAllister's bar, drowning his sorrows in bourbon.
Suddenly, Miles had the urge to look up from his glass. A tall brunette was standing in front of him. She was positively radiant. Her curly locks graced the tips of her shoulders. Her green eyes were absolutely piercing, Miles felt as if she could see through to his very soul. She had the most perfect crimson lips, which parted to speak to him:
"Hello, my name is Lydia. Is this seat taken?" as she gestured to the dusty red pleather booth seat, with her dainty hand.
"Huh? Um..yeah..I mean, no. My name is Miles, have a seat."
Miles couldn't believe that this gorgeous creature wanted to sit with him. His eyes wandered over her voluptuous body. She had full hips, and full breasts. She easily wore a size 22. Miles was a little astounded that he was so attracted to her; he never really went for chubby gals before. But she was so different; she dripped sex like honey from the honeycomb.
"You come here often?" She enquired.
"Not really. I'm going to school at Smithton University, I'm usually busy with that."
"Well that would explain why I've never noticed you before. I thought to myself that you were simply too handsome for me to have not noticed before."
Miles felt his member begin to throb and grow in his pants.
