CHAPTER TWELVE
Lido Towers hove into view just as the first red fingers of the sun came poking across the ocean's horizon. I could scarcely lift my swollen feet as I trudged wearily toward the elevator. I had headed instinctively for Babbs' place. Why, I don't know.
I felt a twinge of regret at getting her out of bed in what was the middle of the night for a girl like her. I sure hoped she didn't have a cash customer....
I could just picture myself at the door, seeing some seedy-eyed old cunt-lapper from town hopping out of her warm, relaxing joy bed. Yeah, I'd really flip if I caught sight of a frightened John struggling to get dressed, thinking the joint was being raided.
"Why flip?" a still, small voice in me questioned. "Surely you couldn't be nutty enough to be jealous of South
