Changing My Luck And Other Things
“Hey there, hard-on,” a melodious contralto voice asked, “you got a light?”I looked over at the tall black girl next to me and saw she held a cigarette between two long-nailed fingers, angling it in my direction. As I fished the lighter out of my shirt pocket, she stepped closer. I flicked the Zippo's friction wheel and she moved even closer as she bent over to touch the cigarette tip to the flame and suck it alight.She was taller than me in her high heels, but she was right about one thing: I...
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