He was wiping down the bar for the hundredth time that afternoon when he lifted his face and saw the t**s. Gems, the nicest set of t**s in the whole country club. Teresa Cunningham's t**s stretching against that ridiculous excuse for a swimsuit.
He looked all the way up to her face. She smiled. He smiled back. "What can I do for you, Teresa?" Johnny asked.
"I'd like a Tom Collins," she said.
Johnny's eyebrow lifted. "You trying to get me fired? You can't be in this bar, let alone have a drink, until you're twenty-one."
"A Tom Collins, please," she said.
"You have to be old enough, Teresa," he repeated. Then he added, "I'm sorry."
"I'm old enough to do a lot of things, Johnny. And drinking is just one of them."
Johnny liked the direction of her conversation. He also liked the husky s
