Chapter Eleven
“Where did you get these fake I.D.s? They’re incredible, I can’t tell any difference between this one and my real one,” Aimee asked Sara, examining the forged cards over and over again.
“A friend of mine has always bragged about how he can make one for anybody, he says he could get a ten year old into a strip club if he was paid enough. I have to admit, he’s damn good.”
“You can say that again. How much did these cost you anyway? What do I owe you?”
“Nothing, he and I have been friends for a long time, and after what you showed me the other night, I decided to do a little experimenting on my own. Let’s just say he was eager to give me anything I wanted the next morning.” She ended with a devilish little laugh and a lustful look in her eyes.
“YOU DIDN’T?” Aimee gaspe
