He could see she was a sexual predator like himself. John was fully on the scent; this quarry was worth the hunt. He was delighted when she accepted his bait. After talking with her for a short time, he suggested that they might be more comfortable in a booth, to which she quickly acceded. John cozened her while considering what trophy he would exact from this conquest. “Her panties? Her bra, perhaps?”, he thought. “Yes,” he decided. “… her bra.”
Something that would bring back memories of the night he fondled and sucked those magnificent tits. “What do you do?”, he asked.
“I’m an artist,” she replied simply.
John smiled back at her, “Artistic types where soooo trusting!”, he thought.