"Say, that guy at the end of the bar wants to buy this, honey. Not bad, either. You say the word and I'll tell him you want him to come over and join you, okay?"
Cindy shot a look at the man. He was reasonably good looking, wearing a suit and tie, around thirty-five or so, dark haired. She trembled.
"Sure, why not?" she said.
The waitress winked. "That's what it's all about, honey. Have a good day!"
Cindy saw the girl move up to the man, and a moment later he was striding toward her, carrying two highballs. Nothing to it! He smiled, being very courteous about it, and slid into the other side of the booth.
"My name is Sam Land, beautiful." His dark eyes roved across her revealing bodice with obvious hunger. He had wide shoulders, a golf tan.
"I'm Cindy," she said brightly.
"Hey, nice
