Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne

young miss her manners. It was best to conceal my true nature from my prey.

Petri was talkative, which suited me fine. He mostly talked about his travels. He enjoyed windsurfing and snowboarding and his work appeared to be merely a means to fund his hobbies. He lived in a small rental in Kallio and owned only a bicycle. His whole salary went to traveling. By the time I’d finished my second shot I was mulling over whether Petri was attractive enough for me to take the risk of exposure and sleep with him. Of course I couldn’t take him to the place I shared in Käpylä, but what if I went home with him? In the end I nixed the thought—not because I was shy of one-night flings but because the danger of being caught was just too great. My security guard ID and driver’s license were both in my wallet, and I for one would riffle through someone’s wallet if given the chance. The man, in contrast, was ridiculously trusting. When he went to the men’s room he left his phone on the bar counter. The bartender was occupied mixing cosmopolitans for a trio of girls full of holiday cheer, so I took a quick peek at the gizmo, a simple Oyster Nokia no longer even sold.

Not a single message. Just first names in the address book,

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