Deals
I entered the club and unlike the other times I had come, I actually parked in the lot instead of a block away. True, it was mostly paranoia that had kept me from parking in the lot. But better paranoid than dead.
I quickly identified my first potential client. I started with Brad Dahmsey. He was of average height, good looking, had blond hair and a picture-perfect smile. This night, he was wearing the usual brand-named clothes and appeared as confident as I was used to seeing. This was a good thing, though.
See, Brad had a problem. Despite his outward confidence and the many women he would make a pass at, or in some cases be hit on by, he'd never go home with any of them. At first I wondered if he was gay. My curiosity, as always, drove me to make a pass and see. Mind you it wasn
