Well A new story, and good news peeps I now have a beta reader, Epic lover.

so thanks to her this things readable.

A Vegas fairy tale.

If such a thing exists in the City of Sin.
I mean there's gambling, sex, drugs and, if you look hard, probably plenty of Rock and Roll, too
But, is there really love? Sure, there's lust, but, true love?
The kind that you would do anything for.
Go to the ends of the earth and, if you have to, die for?
The kind you'd give up something for, change big time for.
Is there?
Woulda? Coulda? Shoulda?
No, I don't think there is.
Not for me anyway. I think I'll always be lonely.
I'll always be the lonely workaholic; the crazy bug man.
Gruesome Grissom; tin man with a heart.

November 12th 1997 San Francisco

I was forced to go to a seminar to teach at the Forensic Academy in San Francisco. Brass said I needed a break; I'd pulled too many doubles and it had been years since I'd taken a vacation.
Dead body in a garage. That's what I was asked to speak about.
"Hello. My name is Dr. Gil Grissom, PHD. Not M.D, so don't ask me for any cream." They all laughed, but one of them caught my eye. A girl, well a woman, about two rows up and three in. She had brown hair, silky soft hair, that was curled and sexily framed her face. It looked so good I could almost feel it, and her eyes, God, her eyes...dark, dense chocolate orbs of passion; eyes that you could get lost in.
And that's when I heard her giggle...God, it was like an aphrodisiac! Thank God I could hide behind the podium because I was getting hard. Even the sweet gap between her two front child-like teeth was so God Damn sexy.
I was a little way into my speech, maybe about half way through and this mystery girl was giggling insufferably. It was getting annoying and, as drop dead gorgeous as this girl was, I had to stop her, but I didn't know her name.
"Excuse me, Miss...Row two, three in, would you like to share with the rest of the class what you find to be so funny?"
Her eyes darted to mine and she looked me right in the eye. I could have burst right then. I was starting to shift uncomfortably, wondering if anyone had noticed. The problem in my pants was getting worse, and it could only worsen after what she said.
She didn't answer the first time, so I asked her again. This time, she replied with a flutter of her eyelashes, "It's Sidle, Sara Sidle. Doctor, I can see your erection through your pants, so stop making it so obvious. I was wondering how big you are and what you'd be like in my hands, my mouth my..."
"Thank you, Miss Sidle, I think we heard enough." Jesus Christ! What was this woman on? To say that in front of about thirty other people, strangers thank God, I think the only one who was embarrassed was me; I was as bright red as a beet.
What she just said had me even harder than before, if that's even possible, so hard, in fact, I thought my cock would actually jump out of it's skin.
Then she kept asking questions, and not just ones about the case study or Anthropology, but more personal ones. Towards me.
Finally, the seminar and the torture, was over.
All but one of the students was gone from the room, except her; Miss Sidle. She was going to make me even harder and I was making it even tougher on myself because I was having impure thoughts about this girl.
This girl that I had know for all of about two hours, the girl who had humiliated me.
She approached me. "Great seminar, Dr. Grissom." Once she leaves, that might be the last time I see her, I thought. Just before she turned and walked out of the room, she turned back around. "Oh, sorry Dr. Grissom for embarrassing you, er, back there...about the..."
"Yeah, um, it's Gil," I said, as we both looked at the floor. I'd just got Mr. Happy under control and I knew looking her in the eye would only let him loose again and then I wouldn't be able to speak to her, just like high school all over again.
"I was...would you like have dinner with me?"
My heart wanted to stop I seemed to be driving on Auto Pilot "Yeah, sure."
Fuck! What was I thinking? How old was she anyway?

I know it's short I promise the next one will be longer.

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