New Orleans
They walked down the cobblestone streets of New Orleans, or Nawlyns, as localscalled their corner of the world, bodies touchin, linked together with sinuousarms tangled like old bedroom sheets. The French Quarter smells of old perfume,warm bodies and liquor hung thickly in the humid air, reminding the sensesof its erotic history. Sounds of New Orleans jazz and Southern blues floatout of each doorway, a woman cryin the blues about a man doin her wrong andbreakin her heart, achin for a touch and...