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Aspen
“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” - T.S. Eliot
Thursday night. Ladies’ night. The Forbidden Nightclub was crowded as usual.
After I splashed on a little makeup and slid on my favorite pair of tight pants with tall leather boots and dressy top, I strolled into the club, unable to stay away from my man.
Hugging the edges of the crowd, I kept close to the dark walls, wondering whether he’d be working tables or the bar this evening. I scanned the tables first, until I spotted a server. Noel’s roommate stood at one small table pulling some bills from his black waist apron to give a table full of girls their change. I had a bad feeling I knew exactly where he’d gotten the black eye he’d been sporting all week, so I’d never asked Noel
