November is one of the nicest months in central Florida. Hurricane season is over. The daily thunderstorms are gone for the winter. High temperatures are in the mid-seventies with low humidity. Nights are cool. One mid-November evening a few days after their return from Key West, Stan and Doug were having gin and tonics on Doug’s screen porch. Doug had made lamb stew, which was simmering in the kitchen, and Stan was relaxing after his day at city hall.
“How discreet do you think that hot little piece at Friday’s is?”
Doug pondered a second. “Oh, you mean Adam?”
“Yeah.”
“I have no idea, really. He seems a nice enough kid. And he always gets a big tip from me, both because he busts his butt to earn it—and because he’s so damned cute.” He paused for a moment. “Why are you asking?”
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