Chapter Eighteen
My Angel is a Centerfold
You know the lingerie angels, of course. She was blonde and delicate, easily hot enough to be a lingerie model. She was wearing barely nothing, and she even had those big wings, except hers were clearly living. She had been drinking for a while by the looks of that half-empty bottle, and she’d finished most of a pack of Marlboros.
“What are you looking at?” she said. “Can’t an angel get a little time off every once in a while?”
I looked at the cigarette pack and the half-empty Jack Daniels bottle and raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Hey, it gets boring being good all the time,” she said. “Sometimes I think it would be more fun on the other side.” She gestured at the other chair. “Sit down. Pour yourself a drink. Smoke ‘em if you’ve got ‘em.”
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