CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Big Joe Thompson had other things on his mind besides the upcoming championship game with the Lakers-and one of them was Arlene Wright, the girl who pleased him so much with that little girl act in his Reno apartment. He wondered if she were-in Los Angeles. Maybe they could get together after the game for some more fun and frolic.
Dialing her apartment number, Big Joe was a little surprised to hear a sleepy feminine voice answer. Perhaps she had been out on a date and was sleeping late, Joe thought to himself.
"This is Big Joe, honey," he said. "Remember me?"
"Oh hi, big daddy," she said. "I'm so sleepy I can hardly talk plainly-and I think I'm a little woozy from drinking, too."
"That's all right, my dear," Joe said as if he were talking to a child. "How about my c
