NEW STORY TITLE: JUSTICE (Erotica)

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I just sat watching the last residual tiny air bubbles slowly ascend into what was the dissipating foamy head of the beer awaiting consumption. The frosty mug condensation was balanced between a mix of watery droplets and icy glaze. My hand felt the texture of the paper coaster and the salt granules poured by the bartender to keep the glass from sticking to the paper coaster; the rough disparity of texture was somehow soothing.

"You going to drink that or just keep looking at it?" the bartender growled.

I looked up at him, weighing a variety of responses...