Eight Ball
“What the fuck is this shit?” I said, as I threw my book down onto the table. “It’s so hard to find good smut, these days.”The couples and families at the other tables all looked at me strangely, peering over their crystal glasses and overly ornate centerpieces, before returning to their meals.“They shouldn’t be out in public if one f-bomb makes them cringe.”The book lying on my table, which had gotten soaked when it knocked over my water glass, was simply titled, “Wet Lips”. It hadn’t started...