CHAPTER EIGHT
"Are you sure it's all right?" Doug asked.
Jessi laughed, tossing her long red hair. "That's the tenth time you've asked me that question. Did you know that? At least ten times." She sighed with mock exasperation, her big firm t**s straining at the material of her pink sweater. "Yes, darlin', it's perfectly all right. What do you think I am, crazy? Surely I couldn't be getting you in dutch without doing the same for myself."
It made sense. "No, I guess not." Doug tapped his fingernail against the side of his glass.
"You just take it easy and relax, honey." She smiled at him and blew him a kiss. "Want me to freshen your drink?"
"No ... thanks." Unconsciously, Doug began to pull at his sideburns, twisting and twirling the short dark hairs around his fingers. "You see, it's
