She hung up her dress and selected a starched white shirt, to which she added tight, black jeans and the black leather vest that Michael had given her. She went into the bathroom and washed off the vestiges of the makeup. Then she went down to the street and got on her motorcycle.
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Cameron watched the women on the sunken dance floor. She hadn’t been in this bar in a couple of years, but it still vibrated with the same intensity it had the last time she was here. She closed her eyes. She could almost feel Michael’s arms around her and their bodies swaying, grinding, to the loud rhythms. The music seemed to enter through her feet, as the beat resonated through the floor, and then wove its way up her legs to vibrate throughout her lower body.
As the music changed to a slower beat, C
