Well He Was So Persistent
The cab pulled to the curb in front of the twelve-story apartment on 36 th Street in Manhattan at 12:20 AM, and a short-haired blonde got out, flashing a glimpse of thigh that caused a passer-by walking his dog to stumble before regaining his balance and moving on. It was just starting to snow as the blonde entered the lobby and pressed the button for 725. “Inger, is that you?” A feminine voice called out over the speaker. “Yeah, Barb, it’s me.” “Um, you’re kinda late.” “I know, I know....
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