Chapter Eight
I go to Rico’s, and it’s a Saturday night. Maybe I’m looking for Tony, maybe someone new. Maybe just a good one-nighter with someone who will make me feel especially sexy. My body’s crawling with lewd intentions. My crotch hot. Desire taking a leapfrog journey around me anxiously.
Dancing, I’m getting charged and oblivious, and a couple shots of tequila take my mind off the present. Ziggy came with me, but the little lush is off somewhere with an old boyfriend—likely getting screwed in the hall or Rico’s back alley. She does it anywhere at the drop of a hat and comes up smiling every time.
When I’m tired, I sit—and a fellow I’ve never met sits right down in front of me, offering to buy me my next drink. How can I turn him down?
After the drink, seems as though time is mel
