Perfect Girl
by Chas LittledeerThat was the girl. She was perfect. She had entered the bar nervously, looking around, and done the "I’m a hot and available" femme sashay over to bar, where Terry was now making her a girlie-drink. I caught Dee’s eye and eyeball-motioned to her, and Dee nodded, coolly. She had already seen her and come to the same ( Read more... )