Chapter Five
"So how's your life, darling?" Venita asked.
"Pretty fair," Jack answered.
She flipped her blond pageboy in a classic Venita gesture. How she did that with such precision, every hair remaining in place was a marvel of the feminine species he hadn't yet figured out. Her red lips were so wet, he had to keep himself from thinking there were traces of c*m dripping from them. Looking at her it was natural to think that, since she reeked with eroticism in every move she made.
Jack polished his glassware, moving from one end of the bar to the other, while Venita's eyes carefully followed him.
"I see your young thing is missing?" she remarked.
"Took off."
"Why was that?"
He shrugged.
"How, typical, "Mr. Tightlipped, I'm not going to show any emotion"," Venita said.
"What's t
