CHAPTER SIX
Here." Joyce handed him a tall drink seconds after she opened the door for him. "This was made ages ago for you and the ice diluted it, so I had to freshen it up."
"Thanks." Alan took a swallow and gagged. "Wowl What'd you do, empty half a bottle of Scotch into this glass?"
"So you'll stink of liquor. Better than stinking of cheap perfume as you do now. Lord, you reek! Where'd she get the junk from, the five and ten?"
He was standing so close to her he could see the fine hairs growing along her arms, the soft texture of her slightly tanned skin and the flecks in her slanting, cat-like green eyes. She was, he admitted, one beautifully formed girl.
Noticing his somewhat stunned expression she filled her lungs with air causing the luscious, hemispheric breasts to rise, billow
