““Damn” he said. “I think she is smiling at me.” Ray turned toward the bar. The chick was definitely a looker—and one helluva lot more sophisticated than you’d expect to find in a roadhouse in rural Pennsylvania. A tall blonde in a leopard print silk blouse, a leather miniskirt, and fuck-me pumps. Face out of a Vogue cover, legs out of a Vegas chorus line. He grinned at Gordie. “So go ask her to dance, stud.” Gordie glanced over at her again. “Yeah, I might just do that.” He star...ed at her for a moment and then turned to Ray. “You think so?” “For fuck’s sake, Gordie, you could talk anything to death.” Gordie looked back at her. After a moment, he nodded. “Maybe I will.” “Just fucking do it, you douche bag.” “Oh, damn, she’s leaving. Ray turned.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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