CHAPTER SEVEN
Arlene arrived in Chicago on schedule, chic and sexy in bright capri pants and a leopard skin jacket. Mike met her at the airport and drove her to her hotel.
It was a fancy layout that made her feel like royalty.
"That's what I like about you, Mike," she said happily, "you do everything with class."
"Everything?" asked Mike, pulling the beautiful cigarette girl close to him.
"Don't kiss me," she said, "you know what happens when your lips meet mine. I don't want to go to bed yet. I just got into town. I want to make the scene here. You know, I've never been in Chicago before today. I'd like to see the sights."
"Okay, baby. I have plans for you. We can wait."
"Plans? What plans?" asked Arlene, puzzled.
"Well, you didn't think I'd fly you all the way in from Los Ange
