Sick to her stomach, her legs trembling, Kathy made her way through the bar to the front door. “Good show, babe,” Harley lifted his glass as she passed by.
“You got a sweet ass,” Harry said.
“And that hot mouth of yours was made for sucking d**k,” Wally laughed.
She stepped out into a bitterly cold wind wearing only the cape and heels. The limousine was parked at the front door, Abul behind the wheel. She collapsed in the back seat, shut her eyes, and woke up with Abul shaking her knee. “Get up, w***e,” he said. Slowly she dragged herself out of the car and into the house. She kicked off the painful shoes and went straight to the bathroom. Leaning over the toilet bowl, she threw up until nothing was left. She brushed her teeth and gargled. Then, she brushed her teeth a second time. Her
