CHAPTER ONE
"Julie," I said, balancing a tray of dirty dishes, "you're shitting me."
"No," she said, "it would be good business."
I was working as a waitress for Julie in Julie's Seafood Restaurant, Old Town. I was just eighteen.
"You've got the figure for it," Julie said. "Good t**s. Nice ass." She was a plain spoken gal, Julie was. I liked her. She talked my language. "You were Homecoming Queen, weren't you?"
I had been, but when she said it I had to smile and then I spent the next few minutes thinking about how I became Homecoming Queen, by spreading my legs for not only my current steady but for that big, black stud who ran fullback on Cape County High's championship football team and for -- well, that's a story worth telling and since this is supposed to be the true confessions o
